Today was a milestone of sorts. For the first time in, oh, 10 years, I bought a bathing suit. Really, nobody was more confused and freaked out than me. Except maybe my mother, who thinks I'm incredibly weird for not wanting to go into the water.

The other night Bellan and I went to the beach with a couple of friends, and I stuck my feet in Georgian Bay for the first time in years. And dammit, I realized I enjoyed it. Of course, then a wave came along and I got soaked from my boobs down and had to play mini golf whilst wet and sandy...

So today, I went up to the mall to find a swimsuit. Of course, it being almost August pickin's were slim. I found a few that were alright, and headed towards the changeroom. I was already slightly cranky from digging, and of course there was a wailing kid wanting her mommy. I mean wailing. I struggled, pulled, snapped and stared at myself in the mirror. I put all body hangups aside, because there isn't much you can do about it in a bathing suit. It's like being seen in your underwear, really. So I put my chunky ass aside and tried to find one that at least fit alright. This is harder than it seems, because I've got boooobs from here to Sunday. Regular suits just aren't built to contain my massive chesticles.

And of course, I found a nice tankini [that's a really lame word] top that that actually lifted and held in the jubblies, and there were no matching bottoms for them. *sigh* I bought the damned thing anyway since it was the only thing that looked decent.

Half a suit will do for now. I can't handle anymore shopping.