I’ve been pondering swimwear week a little more than is actually necessary. And not the reasons most are; as they debate what they will and won’t show, will and won’t do. I had what I planned to wear organised. A cute outfit and the gorgeous swimmers I was sent for this post sponsored by Sequins and Sand. Nope. I was covered. Ready.


So what I was pondering was the idea of swimwear.


The big and small of it. From bikinis to wetsuits and everything in between. It got me to thinking about my Mum and summer at the beach. Every year my family would rent a house at the Sunshine Coast for the summer season. Sometimes the same house for a year or two in the row, often not. My Mum is a beach lover and a woman who gets what she wants.

Summer’s were spent lazing on the beach, swimming in the pool or hitting the shops. We played and laughed and tanned {it was the early nineties after all}. I never once saw my mother wear anything more extreme than a sheer oversized shirt over her togs. EVER. Most of the time she was wandering around in them. it was the beach and she certainly didn’t care. She laughed when I requested board short at the age of 12. Why? Was her genuine response.


Why indeed?



Because being a teenager can suck. And being a teenager who towers over most grown women in height and size is hard work. No matter how confident your parents have raised you to be. My mother bought me those board shorts even though she thought they were ridiculous. How will you swim in these, she asked. Knee-length, men’s short were all that I could find in my size at the time {even though I would have barely been a size 16}. “There’s so much material? Won’t you find it hard to swim? Really swim?” she persisted. I didn’t elaborate, I just want them, I said.


I’ve been bigger and smaller than that girl who wanted board shorts.


I’ve been fitter and un-fitter. Healthier and unhealthier. I wonder now if I would have felt differently if I blended in a little better. By high school, I had girlfriends who not only got me but who were just as tall, as athletic. I wasn’t different anymore, I was the same. I was a little short by comparison in fact. At school carnivals when I was competing I would wear togs. Just togs and brave it out. Winning became more important than the concern of being called too fat.

And the years passed. After high school, I didn’t really swim like that anymore. I swam in the ocean. Strong hard strokes as I pulled myself through the waves. I floated out past the break for hours sometimes. The sun in my face watching those caught in the break struggle to find their feet. Musing about life and being caught in the tumble of it all. I pondered that this week with my swimwear pondering. It’s not about the scraps of material we wear at all. It’s about the feeling.


Swimwear, after all, if you remove all the backstory, is just what you wear to swim.

Nothing more, nothing less. It’s simple in its dullness. Why we allow it to invoke feelings of fear, doubt, shame and more is beyond me. It’s time to move on. In my opinion, you should wear whatever makes you the most comfortable while you swim. That will be something different for everyone. It’s like Dr Suess said, the people who matter don’t mind and the people who mind don’t matter.

So swim, for goodness sake. Live. Forget the bullshit.


Wearing dress and swimwear from blog sponsor Sequins and Sand.

Dress – Sequins and Sand – similar {gifted}
Capriosca Sky Bow One Piece – Sequins and Sand {gifted}
Various accessories – Sequins and Sand {gifted}
Blue long necklace – Op-shop
Shoes – Converse


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