This top is super cute, and I REALLY love bandeau tops (the halter strap can be removed). I got a different color bottom to go with it because I really love the look of mix & match suits, but unfortunately it isn't the right fit. I'm SOOOO self conscious about it, but there are these scars from a surgery I had when I was younger, and the older I get, the more I hate them. When I was younger, I just assumed that everyones lower stomach looked like mine, but when I finally realized mine was different, it sort of started to bother me. I used to cry about the scars, and sometimes if I'm feeling blue, I still do! Anyway, so many bikini bottoms these days are made super duper low cut, and I can't wear them because I REFUSE to show the top scar (it's the deepest). So, the bottom I got for this top was cut too low, but at least I have another bottom that will work!
And this one is my favorite! It just barely covers the top scar, but just barely is better than bare! I don't even know where to begin. I love the color (most any shade of green is my favorite), I love the ultra soft, smooth fabric, I love the sort of vintage inspired style, I love everything about it, and most of all, I love that it cost me less than $10! That's right, J. Crew for less than $10!
So thanks for reading through my blah and icky feelings, and I hope you don't think I'm weird for posting bathing suit pictures of myself. Maybe I'm just weird because I get so crazy about it. I don't know.
This bit actually has nothing to do with my bathing suit (or, I guess it could loosely relate since I was in a swimming pool), but I'm watching an episode of Made on MTV with cheerleaders, and it made me think of this one Saturday at the pool when my sister and cousin decided they wanted to use me as a stunt girl since I'm the smallest. They made me stand on their shoulders, and the dumb part is, we were in the shallow end. All I know is, someones foot slipped and I fell all that way and landed flat on my back on the bottom of the pool. I seriously thought I'd drown. Then I got up, but I still couldn't breathe. Dad came and pulled me out of the pool, and when I finally started breathing and could move again, I told Lauren and Emily that I would not play cheerleader with them again. Definitely not worth the pain and lack of oxygen!