05/19/2026
I was checking my swimsuit situation for an upcoming beach vacation to celebrate turning 40 in a few weeks and I realized something: I didnât spent a single second worrying about what my body looks like in a swimsuit. Tried things on, made sure they fit, and tossed âem in a little pile for when I inevitably pack last minute.
For my whole life, trips like this came with a side of old, exhausting ideas about appearance. Now I waver between pure pride in what my body can do and a peaceful, and even appreciative, neutrality. It is awesome simply because I think itâs awesome (and my friends, itâs fine to love your body - if anyone makes you feel different let me know and Iâd be happy to throw some elbows). But I digress - my body has shown up for me, carried me, and performed for me through every single season. (It certainly doesnât hurt to have a partner who has loved and celebrated this body through every one of those seasons, too. While my body belongs entirely to me, being wrapped in that kind of constant love is a beautiful buffer against the noise of the world.)
This trip is about feeling amazing and celebrating LIFE - physically, mentally, and emotionally. Itâs about being entirely present with my family (missing my oldest againnnn, why do they grow up?).
Iâll be heading to the beach ready to soak up every moment, completely unbothered by weird old expectations, and just incredibly grateful for the skin Iâm in.
Cheers to almost 40, to freedom, and to bodies that let us live fully. đĽâ¨