The Swimsuit

Steve and I are leaving for Cancun in 20 days. It's a surprise trip for our 16th wedding anniversary.

I've made multiple lists of all the things I need to do before this trip. We have our passports. We have arrangements made for the kids. We have emergency phone numbers, consents to treat. We have luggage. Our wills have been updated.

I'm a list person. I have checked things off of the lists, made new lists, checked things off the new lists.

Except one thing.

The dreaded swimsuit. Look, I'm a plus-sized girl. If I had known a year ago that I needed to be in a bathing suit for 4 days, I still would not want to shop for a swimsuit. I have looked online, I have looked in stores, I have asked trusted plus-sized friends. I'm telling you...the swimsuit makers do not want chubby girls in swimsuits.

My fabulous friend said, "I think that means they want us to be naked at the beach." I love you friend. You make me giggle.

The struggle is real. If you are a plus-sized girl, you know. If you are not a plus-sized girl. Check it out. Check out the selection and difference in prizes for your swimsuit vs. the cost of a plus-sized girl suit.

Rest assured, I will not be at the beach and pool naked. I also will not be posting any swimsuit pics. You're welcome.

Oh also, I'm kind of, sort of, terrified of the ocean...

It's Okay to Be Angry

It's okay to be angry.

It's okay to be angry with someone who has died.

It's okay to be angry with someone who you love very much.

It's okay to be angry with someone you love very much who has died.

It's hard.

It's hard to be angry with someone you love very much.

It's harder to be angry with them when they've died.

It's okay to be angry.