Dear Pomegranate,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I went bikini shopping the other day, and honestly? It was a lot, to say the least. I’m going on holiday soon, and my old bikinis are absolutely knackered, so I thought it’s about time I treated myself to some new ones. Simple enough, I thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I went into what felt like every single shop in the mall, trying on style after style, and regardless of what bikini I put on, I couldn’t face myself in the mirror. Every reflection felt like a betrayal, and I came out of every single changing room feeling worse than when I went in. It feels horrible to say, but I genuinely felt disgusted by what I was seeing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The strange thing is, on the same trip, I popped into a lingerie shop. I don’t often treat myself to nice pieces, but when I tried things on that day, it was like I was seeing a completely different person staring back at me. When I tried that red lacy set on, my body somehow felt like it had transformed into what I wanted it to be. The bikinis were the same shape, the same cut, the same everything and yet, I couldn’t recognise myself at all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the midst of the hurt, I think I finally understand why. Lingerie feels like it’s mine. It’s private, it’s something for me, and I feel empowered in that ownership. A bikini, though? It feels like a contest. You’re standing outside in the sun, displaying your body for the world to judge. My cellulite fully on show to everyone as the sun bounces off my creases.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It’s bizarre because I’m genuinely confident most of the time. I walk around my flat in my underwear and bra with no problem – a bit of music on in the background, and I might just catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and throw a cheeky wink. I’m comfortable in my own skin in everyday life, but when summer comes around, it’s like something completely switches.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I brought my partner along to help with the shopping, and even he couldn’t get me out of that headspace. He was patient and kind and kept telling me I looked beautiful, and I wanted so badly to believe him, but I couldn’t even bring myself to step out of the changing room and show him. That really hurt me, if I’m being honest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don’t want to rule myself out of swimming and going to the beach because of this, but there’s genuinely this whisper that says I’m not good enough to wear a bikini, that I don’t measure up to all those other girls who seem so effortlessly confident in theirs. I just want to lie on a beach one day with no bother about me, without having to walk around the resort with a towel around me at all times. I want to stop hiding away from my body, because that’s really not who I am.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I hope others feel this way too, because right now it feels quite isolating. One step at a time, though, and hopefully I will learn to love my body in a bikini as much as I do in lingerie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Signed, anonymous x<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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