Here's how it all went down:
I told Mancub that I'd wrap my towel around my waist and walk to the steps of the lazy river venue. There, he could hand me a flotation tube then take the towel back to my chair. I put on sunscreen and let it soak in. It wasn't long before I began to bake and longed to be in the water. My tuchus was anchored on the deck chair. I couldn't move. Mancub had already taken to the water slides that feed into the lazy river. Before I knew it he was floating by and asked if I was getting in the water. I told him to bring me a tube. Instead of wrapping the towel around me to hide my legs I figured I'd use the over-sized tube to camouflage my unsightly gams. He picked up float for me, but didn't walk it over. I looked around at all the other women and men who seemed to proudly parade around in their swim attire despite having cellulite, beer guts, cesarean scars and yes, even varicose veins. For the record, there was a beer bellied
|Look ma! No muu-muu!|
For what seemed hours I toured 'round and 'round that lazy river without a care in the world. Kids splashed by me and never cried out in horror. Not once did I catch adult women pointing and whispering about the hidousness of seeing someone my size in the water. Never did I hear the someone scream out, "Free Willy!!!!" Yeah, I have some work to do on my confidence, but like I said, today was a major step in the right direction.