I do....and I easily recall the feeling I had when my mom and I were checking-out of my favorite store. I was in 8th grade...SHOCKED that she was buying it for me. The swim suit was a birthday present...and I felt so grown-up.
I stumbled upon this blog post from HuffPo Parenting - "Why I Gave In And Bought My Daughter Her First Bikini" - and I smiled, suddenly remembering a moment I didn't expect to revisit...one that brought back trips to the lake, those new flutters caused by a crush and a growing awareness of my femininity.
But, as I read on, I was taken aback at the poignancy of the piece. Not just about a fashion milestone, the bikini is a symbol of joy, after an incredibly tough year, filled with illness, uncertainty and unavoidable maturity. The girl had no choice but to grow-up...so, her first bikini became a fun way to celebrate her journey to womanhood.
It took some looking early this morning...but I found a 28-year-old photo of the actual two-piece... providing me with a glimpse of a girl who was carefree, confident...trying to find her way. Sometimes it's helpful to see old images...before stretch marks, sag, work and worry. I'm not complaining...I like the real-life world of adulthood. This picture reminds me of the girl I was....one facet of the woman I became.
Thanks for joining me on this trip down Bikini Lane.
Now, I'll go tune-up the Miracle Suit for yet another fun-filled summer!