Going swimming should be fun, carefree, liberating. Instead it is rife with uncertainty and anxiety. Is my body summer ready? Will the pockets of my swimsuit inflate underwater like two swollen ears? Should I have thought more about the hair on my lower back? Is what I see in the mirror “dadbod”? How am I going to get out of these slim jeans–damn these hipster pants–and into swim trunks in front of my friends and that nice family five feet away?
How to Change Your Bathing Suit in Public
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