Go Figure!!!

So there we were on a tropical island. Stunning. Beautiful. Idyllic. Seriously amazing island. And what was I doing? Fretting about my figure.

Day 2... sitting on this palm-lined beach watching the kids frolic in the tiny little waves I looked around: do you know that there was not one single person with no fat, and no one had a perfect figure. No one. There were mommies and grannies and kiddies - all different shapes and sizes. It struck me that their bodies were almost like books - each one told a story, their imperfections were part of their history and they weren't really imperfections at all. Just who they were!

And what's more, they were all oblivious of me checking them out, they were just having a good time. Then there was me - mother of 3 so, yes, a round tummy, heavier thighs - that's my story, my history showing. Certainly not perfect, but not all that bad, yet there I was stressing about what I looked like. Covered up. No benefical rays of Vitamin D could reach me. What a waste of a tropical island holiday!

So. I did something very impulsive. I left Nick with the kids, and walked 200 m to the closest vendor and bought an itsy bitsy teeny weeny bikini. My bravest move in 5 years - braver than moving to Thailand, braver than having 3 kids within 3 and a half year, braver than moving to Lampang to start up something so new that not even we know what we're doing....

No, wait, my bravest move was actually wearing the bikini (and it wasn't really so itsy bitsy!). And you know not a single person looked twice. Maybe some would have been devastated by that, but on Koh Chang last week it thrilled me. It meant I did not look like a freak. It meant I fitted in and looked quite normal. I won't be posting any photos of me wearing it, and I won't be wearing it at OMF conferences, but for a perfect island holiday, it just felt perfect!

Go figure.