A SWIMSUIT BODY IS A BODY WITH A SWIMSUIT ON IT.
Wear the suit. Rock the bikini. Have fun at the beach this summer.
Because little eyes are watching. Little ears are listening and tuning in to not only what we say to other but what we say to ourselves.
I grew up hating my body. At 11 years old, some kid called me fat and I never looked at my body the same. I hated my body for years- through my teens, early twenties and a few years into my marriage.
Finally one day my husband called me out on it. I was speaking truth and love to many women and girls yet I spoke nothing of the sort over my own body.
After many months of fighting lies and speaking truth over myself, the self loathing went away and I finally started to love and was kind to the body I was in.
In more recent years, my body has stretched, shrunk and stretched again and if I'm not careful, those old lies try to make their way back into my mind. So I have to FIGHT back because I'm determined to teach this little lady to love her body.
And sometimes fighting means taking off the baggy shirt and rocking the swimsuit. So let's be brave together. Because London needs you, I need you and a whole world of little girls watching needs you too.