Girthful Girl

Bigger than a bread box. Happy as a clam.

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Like so many fluffy cupcakes, I’ve never been a great fan of the swimsuit. Since the tender age of 15 I’ve chosen to wear swim dresses bearing demure prints. As if the swim dress is covering up the fact that I am not a size 6. Huzzah!  I spotted this Monif C. suit, and, erm, I’m rethinking my position on swimwear. I want this. I want this BAD and I want to wear it while I sit on a well-positioned chair in Times Square at high noon.  Update: Y’all should head over to the Rotund and read Marianne’s post about her pink bathing suit (which sounds all kinds of fantastic.) I’m really regretting my recent swimsuit purchase. I went for a rather dull (but on sale) JC Penney swim dress that looks more “Boca grandma” than “30-something NYC single girl”. Then again, Boca grandma-types really dig me, and maybe, just maybe, it’s because we have the exact same taste in swim dresses.

Like so many fluffy cupcakes, I’ve never been a great fan of the swimsuit. Since the tender age of 15 I’ve chosen to wear swim dresses bearing demure prints. As if the swim dress is covering up the fact that I am not a size 6. Huzzah! 

I spotted this Monif C. suit, and, erm, I’m rethinking my position on swimwear. I want this. I want this BAD and I want to wear it while I sit on a well-positioned chair in Times Square at high noon. 

Update: Y’all should head over to the Rotund and read Marianne’s post about her pink bathing suit (which sounds all kinds of fantastic.) I’m really regretting my recent swimsuit purchase. I went for a rather dull (but on sale) JC Penney swim dress that looks more “Boca grandma” than “30-something NYC single girl”. Then again, Boca grandma-types really dig me, and maybe, just maybe, it’s because we have the exact same taste in swim dresses.