"I’m not suggesting that we woman of a certain age take on nothing new—only that we be kind to ourselves and make the change when it feels right."
We kids had clamored, as always, for the seat next to Uncle Al, a gap-toothed, balding old guy of 35, always with a day’s growth of beard, a tender touch, and a pocketful of Indian nuts to share.
“No one in Europe wears a one-piece," she said. "Not fat old ladies, not pregnant women, not women with mastectomies or abdominal scars. Get yourself a bikini or you’ll feel like an idiot at the pool.” If ever I was going to wear one again, this was the time.
My trusted friend Linda sent me this yesterday and, after viewing it, not only did my cheeks hurt from laughing, but they were bright red from embarrassment for being found out. Obviously, I am not alone.