I finally took a picture on the beach today.
I’ve talked a lot about body image and my own self esteem issues on this blog, but today I finally posted a picture of myself on the beach. I saw it and immediately hated the way my feet, thighs, and face looked, but I posted it anyway (cropping out my feet though).
I’m not sure if it’s because of the positive insta feedback I’ve received (hey, it helps) or if if I’ve just looked at it so much by this point, but I actually don’t absolutely hate it anymore.
Here I want to add the obligatory: please don’t comment about how beautiful I am if only I could see it-type comments because I really don’t know how to respond to them and I really don’t know how to see past my own flaws. But what I’m saying here is that I am making progress and it’s good. I still wish my thighs were thinner and my teeth were whiter (and a long list of others), but this is progress.
(I’d also like to point out that I’m not wearing the sweater because of my body–it was still really cold today and I had goosebumps even with what I had on. Come on, Alabama. I expected better from you.)
The rest of the day was great, though. Two of the guys are sleeping in the main living room, and I guess the other guys chose to wake them up by blaring “The Circle of Life” through our speakers. So that’s also how Paige and I woke up as well.
But it wasn’t too bad because once we had gotten dressed and ready for the day, we were greeted in the kitchen with mimosas and french toast for each of us.
Not a bad way to start the day.
The rest of the day involved a lot of games and hanging out on the beach and typical-spring-break-type stuff. It was (relatively) chill but a ton of fun, and I’m proud to report that my sunburn isn’t really as bad as I initially thought. And (knock on wood) I don’t think today made it any worse.
Also, naps in the sun are very pleasant. Highly recommend.
I think one of my favorite things about this trip is that everyone loves to cook, though. I swear, I’ve had better meals here than I’ve had at home and at college. After the french toast this morning, Paige made me a delicious sandwich by toasting the bread and melting the meat and cheese over it. And then for dinner we had chicken parmesan, which was even better than the food we ordered in last night.
It’s a good thing I didn’t work on my beach bod because this week would’ve ruined it anyway.
Another pleasant surprise than came out of today (well, last night and today) was the resurrection of my drunk journal. Technically I guess I started writing in it again on March 3rd, but I have no recollection of that. The recent entries, however, are very positive and humorous, although I can’t always remember what exactly I was talking about when I wrote them.
Oh well. I like to think that’s what Hemingway would want. (He’s the inspiration behind this, after all.)