Who cares if it’s swimsuit season . . . again?


Many years ago I read about a magazine editor who quit her job at a high-profile international women’s magazine because she just couldn’t face overseeing another annual swimsuit edition. I know how she must have felt because I can’t face another swimsuit season either. All the current magazines are full of tips on how to match a bathing suit to our individual figure types, how to look our best and feel confident. Pages and pages in the fashion mags have been dedicated to the latest swimsuit styles. The tropical patterns and colours are yummy and some of those scraps of fabric cost hundreds of dollars. The Photoshopped models look gorgeous. The reality is grim.

I’ll admit some styles are infinitely more flattering than others, but let’s face it, we’re never ever going to resemble anything close to those pubescent nymphets modelling the various styles featured in the magazine spreads. In fact, most boomers are even reluctant to go out in public in shorts much less a bathing suit. Those with cottages or winter homes in Florida can’t avoid donning a swimsuit occasionally but they’re usually hidden under diaphanous lightweight cover ups when we’re not actually under water.

I’ll have what she’s wearing!

It is virtually impossible for swimsuit designs to overcome what makes so many boomer broads self-conscious about beach wear. No amount of underpinning, tummy panels, supportive straps or bum tuckers will compensate for what nature has bestowed upon us after many decades of living our lives. By the time we’ve tried on dozens of unflattering designs in cramped fitting rooms with unflattering fluorescent lighting, cried a river, paid our dues at Weight Watchers, spray tanned our cellulite and waxed our lady parts to an unsightly, red rash, we’re fed up with the entire exercise. Sure, they tell us to feel good about ourselves regardless of our body shape—easy to say when you’re in your twenties or thirties. I sympathize with that fed-up magazine editor. This summer you’ll find me sitting in the shade and privacy of my back-yard gazebo, wearing elastic-waist shorts and a tee shirt, reading the latest New York Times’ best seller on my iPad mini. The beach is no longer my thing and even if it were, give me a birkini any day.

You’re beautiful mes très chères.


  1. Margy 12 June 2018 at 11:38 pm

    I found a perfect swimsuit (for my shape) last year. It as a ultra light, filmy, not quite see through skirt that angles from mid thigh on one side down to almost the knee on the other side. Very cool. Downside is when in the water – the skirt floats…

    1. Lynda Davis 13 June 2018 at 9:34 am

      Congratulations. Who care if the skirt floats. You’re a winner! Thanks Margy.

  2. Changing Lives One Person At A Time. 12 June 2018 at 3:43 pm

    It’s been so long since I wore a bathing suit I cringe at the thought! I know the ones in my bottom drawer are ALL stretched out and have lost their shape by now. Maybe some day I’ll get them out! It will be a good laugh.

    1. Lynda Davis 13 June 2018 at 9:35 am

      Toss ’em. No bad memories. Onward and upward. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Anonymous 12 June 2018 at 10:49 am

    Hilarious Lynda!


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