I played at a splash park with my kids. In my bathing suit. Without a cover-up.
Even crazier than that, I ran full speed through the grass in my bathing suit, chasing my screaming/laughing toddler as he fled my water gun assault, all the while yelling, "More, Mommy, more!"
|In the far distance is Em in her striped bathing suit, I'm the only mom in the fountain with the aqua suit, Anthony is almost engulfed in a geyser, and Ry is positioned to shoot Miss Gina, who did not ask his mommy for permission to take pictures ;)|
|Sunny day collage with Gina and Anthony.|
And the craziest of the craziest part of it all: I felt free! I didn't care. My thighs were flapping in the sun, but it was warm. Emily was chasing me as I chased Ryan and we were all laughing and playing and having what a majority of people would call fun.
And it was good.
I did experience a total sinus flush when Em and I ran through the fountains, but even then I didn't care. Instead of quitting, I stepped aside, got my bearings, did a fantastic farmer blow, and went back through the fountain. With my daughter. Because she wanted to play with her mom...and I wasn't being a lame-o, as I've been so many times in the past, sitting there, caring that my thighs don't look Photo shopped in real life.
I played with my kids. I mean, I play with my kids every day. But this time, I played with them in a bathing suit.
*If you even know what the heck I'm talking about*, then you know this was a step in the right direction on the road to freedom.
I hope you'll join me on this freedom road. There is laughter and weightlessness here. It's called living. Profound.