Flushed

bathing-suitIf you’re a woman over forty and enjoy shopping for a swimsuit then I doubt we could ever be friends. Our life experiences and view of the world would be so vastly different I fear we would have little to nothing in common.

Swimsuit shopping is so terrifying I wonder why a pharmaceutical company hasn’t concocted a four-day course of mood altering “Happy Swimsuit Shopping” pills to get women through the rough patch of seeing our mostly naked body on full display in the house of horrors that is the ladies dressing room.

As I general rule I go discount when shopping for swimsuits. No Nordstrom’s or Sak’s dressing rooms for me. Those stores have three-way mirrors and my mental health would be at risk if I was forced to get an up close and personal view of my ever-growing backside. (Yes, I know other people have to see it but that’s their problem.) Oh sure, you can make excuses about the fluorescent lights making it worse than it really is but you know common sense and science won’t support your hypothesis that the lights are adding 20 pounds.

This season of swimsuit shopping has an added degree of difficulty because of a new Waterpark ride. I’m now going to have to find a swimsuit that not only covers me with a nod to modesty, utilizes some form of black magic to slenderize me BUT also has a top with the tensile strength of Kryptonite. Curse you Verruckt!

That’s a new water park slide that is supposedly taller than Niagara Falls and exceeds speeds of 60 miles per hour. My daughter is a waterslide junkie and all winter has talked and talked about spending tScreen Shot 2014-05-23 at 9.59.24 PMhe summer with me and the slide. Like together, in a raft, plunging to, if not our death, imminent swimsuit loss.

You can’t tell me riding a raft down an incline that steep isn’t going to cause 3 out 5 women to experience, at the very least a significant wardrobe malfunction. It’s one thing for a little peek a boo at 20 but at my age it becomes a peek of eww followed by eternal shame.

Sadly, oh very sadly, I am familiar with that kind of shame. August 2011, Denver, Colorado. I was riding the Ripqurl which is basically like being flushed down a toilet that looks like it was designed for the love child of a Sasquatch and Shamu. My daughter and I took off fast and hit the toilet bowl portion of the ride screaming. We start circling the bowl and my daughter makes a rookie mistake. She thinks this is the end of the ride and abandons tube while we’re still circling.

Her slim, lithe body gracefully slides down the exit tube. I do not. The force of my daughter jumping off the tube causes me to be dumped out. Our tube is AWOL. I’m free floating, circling the bowl, topless! The force of the water jets has pushed down the top of my one piece swimsuit. You don’t know humiliation till you’ve gone bare breasted at a packed Waterpark. It took me till the end of the ride to get my suit yanked up and then some people clapped. Jerks.

Now, I’ve got a case of PTSD about Waterpark slides. Add in shopping for a swimsuit that meets all my criteria and I’m a hot mess.

You know what someone needs to do? Invent what is basically a swim skirt for your chest. Any mother knows the healing properties of a swim skirt. It’s a gift from the almighty that doesn’t look too terribly mommyish. It’s more sporty, like you’ve just played some tennis and don’t have time to change before you go do aqua yoga on your paddle board.

The best thing is it covers your upper thighs and lower butt allowing you to do nifty things like bend over without flashing the family of four in the pool chairs next to you. I think I’m on to something here. Sure, there’s those waterproof T-shirts or Rash Guard things you can wear but they’re hot and puff up in the water making you look like you’re 11 months pregnant. Until then, if you see a women riding the Verruckt in a full length, turtleneck, swimsuit cover up, wave. It will be me.

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12 thoughts on “Flushed

  1. Beth says:

    One word: Speedo.
    (They don’t move ANYWHERE. That’s why they are worn by competitive swimmers, divers — and smart waterpark patrons!)

  2. Pearl ;) says:

    Thank you for so eloquently addressing the trauma that swimsuit season brings. A full body cover-up with “Snarky” sounds like the perfect answer. Necessity is the mother of invention and you just resolved the “what will I wear this summer?”, dilemma, for women everywhere. This particular story hits home for me….the girls hanging out, and the ass crack injuries that happen on a flushing water slide.

  3. J.R. says:

    I hate shopping for swimsuits with a passion. I wear a 36 JJ…size 12 or 14 depending on the week. Try to find that combo. I am either suffocating or hanging out. I mostly just wear plasticy feeling shorts and a t-shirt with that rubber band torture device called a sports bra. But the waterslides are out because you aren’t allowed to wear t-shirts and ride them…at least at Seaworld in San Antonio.

  4. A.PROMPTreply says:

    OMG. I just found this post and I absolutely cannot stop laughing. I just got over the house of horrors comment and then came to your topless ride down the funnel and started laughing again. This is classic stuff right here. Perhaps the funniest writing ever, perhaps because we can all relate to it. Would very much like to hear about those skirts for the top half….am currently hooked on the swim skirt look for the bottom half, had no idea before I read this though that it looked as if I was coming from tennis and didn’t have time to change. Am going to have to work that look a little better in future. Thanks for a great laugh.

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