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You Should Totally Wear That Bikini

When I stepped on the scale this morning my current weight disappointed me. How could this be? I’ve been working out, drinking almost a gallon of water a day, cutting carbs, drinking green smoothies and denying myself sweets… on most days. Once I mellowed, I looked in the mirror and thought I looked great, regardless of what the scale said. In fact, some loved ones had mentioned to me that they thought I looked slimmer than usual and encouraged me to eat more carbs. But the scale and the fact that the warmer weather was now among us only meant one thing to me: bikini season. Ah, yes. Bikini season. It’s the time of year when gyms fill up before summer and dieting and body cleanses begin. Is all that hard work and sacrifice just to look great in a bikini on the beach or for any other kinds of water related gatherings and activities worth it? I guess. Ugh. I thought. The summer is close. I need to tone up more. Cut sweets out all together for awhile. Hit the gym harder. And be mindful not to post beach pics on social media. I know how some people get. Those “some people” I’m talking about? The judgmental types. The super conservative types that criticize those of us who wear bikinis. How do I know this? I’ve heard things. I was once called a sinner for wearing one. Odd right? I thought so too. I don’t believe my salvation or purity is at stake or that I’m unwise to wear one. I also don’t believe I’m tempting men (Both Christian and non-Christian) to behave improperly because I wear one. Why are women held responsible for guys who choose not to control their own thoughts or actions? Sounds way one-sided if you ask me. One piece and two piece bathing suits are both lovely, but calling me a sinner because I chose to wear a bikini? Please have several seats. Am I ashamed? Not one bit. Because while I wasn’t happy about my weigh in this morning, or anyone that dares to criticize or shame Christian women or any women, for wearing bikinis, I believe I have a beautiful body. Sure, I have love handles I’d love to tone and I’d like my thighs to be slimmer, but I love my abs, collarbone, height, glowing skin tone, and my arms. In fact, this afternoon I grabbed all of my bikinis and tried them on one at a time to point out the things I love about my body. I loved the way I looked in them. And I came to a conclusion -- it’s time to put an end to body shaming and questioning the salvation of Christian women, or any woman really, that reserve the right to wear bikinis. Aim to be as healthy as you can and don’t be too rough on yourself about your body.  You should totally wear that bikini.



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