For a very long time since my teens, my fear of a bikini was irrational, spurred on by my lack of self-love, body acceptance and confidence. It’s strange because as a young child I was a beach bum, with no care in the world.
I love summer and when I look back at my twenties I regret those beach days that was spoiled by the fear of wearing a little piece of clothing.
As we grow up, the media feeds diets and exercise plans to get beach ready accompanied by a good side dish of what a beach body SHOULD look like. The pressure to shed for summer time is harsh and shoved into our faces by every magazine, website and social feed.
I’m a rebel at heart and as I grew older, I realized that life is too short for this level of insecurity. I’ve changed my lifestyle a lot since being a student and there is no reason anymore to feel this shit about myself. I deserve to feel comfortable in my own skin. To be be confident every step of the way.
A huge breakthrough for me was traveling to Portugal in 2016. I packed a white bikini I never wore on my honeymoon in 2011. That fear had to be faced. Europeans are famous for their carefree attitude on beaches and this inspired me to try on that bikini. Beautiful women of all shapes and sizes embrace their bodies on these beaches. They bare more than us South Africans are used to and no fucks are given.