I bought one.
Not a tankini.
A real bikini.
And it scares me a little bit. All of you have seen my recent belly shots. Standing upright...not terrible. Of course there are the old stretch marks. And YES, there are the five battle wounds I have earned in my war with obesity...courtesy of Dr. Friedman. AND YES, I don't look like model....but still.
So I bought it. And it's cute. It really is. I have been looking for a bikini for awhile to wear when I am at my sister's pool. And then recently I started entertaining the idea of buying one for when we go to the beach. Now, it should be said that when we go to the beach we go waaaayyy down past the public (aka the busy part) part of the beach. But, I am nervous. I don't want to be one of those people that other people look at and think...
Sweet Heaven's to Besty who told her that looked good!
My qualifications for a bikini were as follows:
I didn't want grandma pantie bottoms. Nothing above the belly button. I also did not want little baby bottoms that just barely cover the lady station and let my stomach hang out. No string bikini bottoms either. I wanted them to hit just below my belly button.
For the top, it gets a little trickier. I have found that XL bikini tops are not built for XL sized boobies. So, while the part around that ties around my back fits my 36", the cups usually runneth over. I also need a little substance to the under arm piece...the fabric that runs from the girls to my back. I have the side boobie fat issue.
So this bikini fits the bill. But it still makes me nervous.
Of course I will take pictures when I get home and post soon. I will probably go back and buy the matching tankini top for situations that call for some more cover!