Day 350: An uplifting experience?

Aaaaahhhh.... Memorial Day, the kickoff to summer and the day women all over the country dread because it means spending the next 6 months in a swimsuit.

Around here those days are spent constantly evaluating and re-evaluating yourself against every other woman in a swimsuit regardless of age or weight.

Mainly because where I live, plastic surgery is rampant, and there are plenty of women who have nothing better to do than work out and let someone take care of them.

Do I sound bitter?? Maybe I am, a little, but in all reality I enjoy working and would probably go nuts if I didn't have work to go to.

That said, I am pretty excited and happy to have the day off so I can relax and recover from yesterday's activities.

I spent last night in a sprawling 5,000 square foot mansion at one of the resorts here in the city.

It was fabulous spending time with other adults having adult conversations, sipping cocktails and just enjoying life.

While I was there, one of the girls in the group insisted on showing me her boobs.

Not because they were fabulous and she wanted to show them off, but because she wanted to show me her scars and talk about tattooed nipples.

I sat there thinking, what in the world is going on here? I didn't want to look, but you can't exactly turn your head the other way when you're one of three people in the conversation.

So I saw her girls, the misplaced nipples, and the scars in all their glory.

What is it with the boobs this week? I can't seem to escape them!

Today I woke up and headed out to hang out with a different group of friends, and ones I was very confident would not show me any uncomfortable body parts.

I have to say when I was relaxing by the pool today I had a bit of an ego boost.

There were a couple of girls in biknins, I'm guessing they were in their mid-20's. From across the pool they looked to be in pretty good shape which is a bit demoralizing.

I don't care how old you are or how good you look you still wish you looked like you did in your 20's... or maybe even in your teens, depending on your age of course.

Well when these girls got up to cool off in the pool I realized I don't look so bad, especially since I've got a good 10 years... or as my fabulous friend pointed out 'more than 10 years' on them.

So not bad.... for the girl who doesn't work out, and only occassionally watches what she eats. I was pretty proud of myself.. until I got home and hopped out of my bikini.

I looked in the mirror, and started to notice something I'm not super thrilled about.

I've heard talk of the sagging breasticles, but I hadn't fully experienced it. I'm still doing ok, they aren't exactly approaching my belly button or anything, but I am starting to notice 'the girls' aren't quite as perky as they used to be.

What is up with that?? I don't have kids, I don't have a reason for them to be heading south, except for gravity, which is inevitable I guess, but come on... give a girl something she can take with her into her 40's!

So I guess the bottom line for today is, I'm only as good as the strength of my bikini, and I suppose the strength of my eyes.

Because as I think about it, it's not so great that I couldn't see well enough across the pool to realize the younger women didn't look that great.

But I suppose if my eyesight goes, I won't be able to tell if I look bad, and more importantly I won't be able to see any more boobs that don't belong to me.... so maybe it all works out in the end.

All in all today was a very uplifting experience, for my spirits, but maybe not so much for my chest.