A Single Middle-Aged Woman...

One of the hardest things to come to terms with as I age is the profound difference between the age I feel in my mind and the age my body and face show me in the mirror. I still want to bounce around in a bikini like a 25 year old (I was totally hot at 25, even though I was toting around a toddler). I can't even bring myself to wear bikini underwear anymore. Not because my lover will be repulsed...screw that! Not only does it repulse me( it being the hunk of flab that droops over the top edge of the underwear when I'm in a sitting position) , but the hunk 'o flab is prominent enough that I can feel it even while standing. So, I can't escape it. Maybe if I didn't feel this slab of brisket bunching up around my torso region every time I so much as dare to slouch, not to mention sit down, I might dare to bare ~ a little. I worked with a heavy set young woman once, she was a big girl, who was wise about her size. She said just because they make bikinis in my size does n...