In the spirit of the body positive blogs and the like I've been getting into lately, I really wanted to do a beach post. I don't know if I've ever posted a picture of me in a bathing suit. I definitely know that this was the first time I felt completely at ease in a beach/swimming/scantily-clad-in-public situation. This was aided largely by a lovely vintage bathing suit (possibly late 50s-60s, tag says made in Canada so I figure it's fairly old) which I picked up for $5 when True Value Vintage was shutting down. I usually have trouble finding swimwear which is supportive, comfortable
and aesthetically pleasing. This shape is much better suited to the nature of my curves than most modern suits. I definitely felt like a beach babe!
Kate and I hit up Kitsilano yesterday for a very relaxing afternoon (with a Museum of Vancouver interlude). For whatever reason, it rarely crosses my mind to venture to the beach. Clearly, I have been missing out. Lush greenery and the ocean, even at 7 PM, the seaside was balmy. This is precisely what summer is made for!
EDIT:
This helped me along in getting over "perfect" beach body fear. Since it raises a very valid point (and a hilarious one at that).
Thrifted skirt, belt | True Value Vintage swimsuit
