Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Big Furry Baby Bigfoot in a Bikini

For two years, I had been wanting to order a sexy bathing suit online. I finally sat down and made some time to go through the site. Perusing the site, I selected a white, bathing suit bottom and a matching top. I spend time outside of the United States sometimes and love to go to the sea and the ocean.

Finally, the package arrived. The envelope was smaller than one of those zip and lock sandwich bags. It was exciting to be realizing the culmination of a goal: getting the courage to buy and wear one of those sexy bikinis.

When I opened the package, there were two cellophane bags. One contained the bikini bottom and the other contained the top. Each bag was 1/2 the size of a regular fold down sandwich bag, respectively. In fact, I could easily fit them both into one sandwich bag and have space left over. Both the top and the bottom had a tag attached with a hard plastic string. I was unable to remove or break the plastic that held the tag to the bottoms, with my bare hands.

Since I couldn't wait to try on the suit, I didn't want to spend or take the time to find a pair of scissors to remove the tags from the bottoms. I wanted to get the full effect of the suit as soon as possible. So, I snatched up my favorite pair of six inch mules with gorgeous, steel colored silver heels.

There's this little inexpensive door mirror in the room. I really wanted to savor the moment of seeing the impact of the full outfit, for the first time. I decided to keep my eyes averted until I had suited up. Daintily, I stepped into my pretty heels. First one foot, then the other. I teetered a bit, losing my balance ever so slightly.

I tied the strings on the top. Then adjusted the bikini bottoms.

Boldly and with bravado and confidence, I stepped in front of the mirror with my little hands on my hips and my high -heel clad, feet spread apart. Firmly planted before the mirror, I raised my chin, readying myself to take it all in. The only thing I needed was a blowing cape because I knew I had it going on.

When I met my own gaze in the mirror and simultaneously looked myself up and down, I was speechless. The strings of the bikini bottoms seemed to have disappeared, taking three fourths of the tag with it! Turning around to look from behind, I could barely see either one.

Even very light peach fuzz on my belly and forearms and legs looked like it was as long and as thick as carpet. I looked fat, furry and funky. Since I am petite, I figured I looked like a baby Bigfoot. If there are any Bigfoots out there, I apologize in advance for the comparison. The next thing I knew I had collapsed on the couch, my body just crumpled and I began to cry and scream with laughter! I called my mother and told her all about it.

I even dared to put the bikini back on for my husband. He was like, "Ahm...you just need to shave a bit more and do a few sit-ups. Otherwise, it looks alright." I was just too tickled and burst out laughing again.

My feeling is I am so glad I bought that suit and tried it on, despite the results! First, I took a risk and decided to do something outside of my comfort zone. It's not like I was walking around with the bikini on outside, though.

The next thing is that although I had different expectations in my head, compared to what I saw in the mirror, I now had a baseline. I saw where I was and where I wanted to go. I learned exactly what I needed to address to reach my goal of wearing that bikini.

The interesting thing is, I still don't feel as comfortable as I would like to in the suit. Therefore, I have yet to wear it out on a beach. More importantly, because of the episode, I increased the care I gave to myself and my body. I soon had to take some pictures for an upcoming book I am writing. You know what? The pictures came out pretty darn good! In fact, they were some of the best photos I have ever seen of myself. It was all because of that bikini.

I was shooting for a bikini babe body and instead ended up as a Furry Baby Bigfoot in a bikini. That's alright, though. It helped me to see that I needed to make some adjustments. It reminds me of that quote,"Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll still land among the stars."

Continue to take calculated risks. Don't let fear of failure stop you or make you skittish because of the looming possibility and threat of disappointment. In order to become the person you want to be, you may have to go through some growing pains. Your journey may not be quite as hairy as mine (pun intended), but the end result may be similar. In my case, I started out as a beast and emerged as a beauty. I am determined to wear that suit! Perhaps Summer 2011 will be my time. Until then, beautify bit by bit! You've got work to do and the world is in great need. Continue to work toward being your best in 2011. When you are at your best, you've got so much more to give.


Jynkx said...

i loved that story, thanks for posting it. thats the kinda talk i needed :)

NowIamNappy said...

Loved this post. I missed you glad to see your back

Kim said...

Beautiful. This post was so fitting. I just showed part of it to my eleven year old daughter who is struggling with a school assignment. I hope she understands that if you are trying your best, you are already successful--even if she does not "reach the moon" she will "be among the stars". Thanks sooo much. This was just what WE needed today!

Stella ♥ said...

Yay! I finally found your blog! haiiiii :)