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Diapers and Diamonds talks mom bathing suits.
No, I’m not splitting an atom or barreling into a burning building to save anyone, so this is definitely not the bravest public act, but, to me, this is an edge-of-a-precipice moment. I am putting pictures of myself—IN A BATHING SUIT—on the Internet. I may have lost my mind.
Even pre-child, I was no bikini model. Italian women come in two molds: petite and feisty or big-boned, big-hipped, big-thighed, and bosomy. I fall into the latter category. I’ve had a body image complex since I was aware I owned a body, and swimsuit season has always highlighted that.
As a result, I’m all about coverage. I’ve been rocking one-pieces since childhood, with only a brief collegiate two-piece phase that was fueled mostly by jolts of alcoholic confidence. To me, bathing suits have always been an annual annoyance to endure, like taxes or license…
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