I have worn some risque items of clothing in my day. I have been known to push more than a few envelopes. I will admit that I even relished in some of the looks of “how dare she” in my wild and reckless youth. Life is all about taking risks and being noticed. Or, at least, that is what I used to believe.
Until I was the “skanky” mom at the local pool with my young son in tow.
Was I wearing a thong, you may wonder, or something that would cause a Catholic man to blush whilst on his was to the confessional? Um, nope. Just a two-piece. A plain black two-piece that tied at the neck and had boy short bottoms. Though you would think, by the stares that I received, I might have well have just shown up in my birthday suit and smile.
It took me a few minutes to process why I was being glared at in my extraordinarily understated bikini. Was it my tattoos? Did I have a boogey in my nose? What was the deal here?
Then I slowly visually panned around at the other moms attending the “Tot Time” swim at my neighborhood pool and noticed that there seemed to be a trend that I was unaware of (Me? Unaware of a trend? Sounds about right.) called the “tankini”.
So, there I am in my bikini, sitting in a sea of these. Um…okay. The “how dare she” looks that were once reserved for shorts that put the micro in mini and backless shirts is now reserved for your standard two-piece. Did not get that memo, apparently. So I did what any mom would do when they realized that they accidentally wore lingerie to the pool and put my tank top back on.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Did I just succumb to mommy peer pressure? Who am I right now?
I saw the smug, self-satisfied, catty suburban moms gleaming with satisfaction that they shamed me back into my shirt and I immediately decided that I was letting their judgmental bullsniff get to me and that just was not who I am or who I want to be.
I am a good mom regardless of what I wear. And I looked darn good in that bikini.
So I sauntered over, took the shirt off, and smiled. I (trademark) pageant waved at the biggest group of tankini-clad haters and then jumped into the pool to play with my son.
So, the skanky mom at the pool I may be, but caring about what other people think is for the insecure people in the world. Me? I did not succumb to peer pressure in my teens and I am certainly not going to start now because a bunch of uptight moms give me dirty looks.
I'm just living minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day.