It’s been many, many days since I first saw Lena Dunham as Hannah Horvath spend an entire day in a teeny green bikini—at the beach, going to town, doing a full dance number, eating dinner, going to bed, waking up the next day.
You guys, she rides a bike in it.
At first I made a comment to the tune of “okay this is kind of weird, who rides a bike—shoeless—in a bikini (also where is her helmet!) for real?”
But then, you now, that bikini just sort of blended into the background and I didn’t really give it another thought beyond that moment I turned to my husband and said, “Seriously, I would kill to have a fraction of Lena Dunham’s body confidence.”
Because girl wore a teeny green bikini for an entire day spent with her frenemies at the beach.
And now I cannot get it out of my head. It has gotten under my skin. The full-day bikini.
Because, you see, If I were to spend a day with my friends at a beach house, I’d likely be wearing my best “Compound-living Sister Wife.” Sure, I’d probably wear a bathing suit — one piece, black, with probable ruching to hide all the bumps. But you likely wouldn’t see it, since it would be spending the day under a dark-colored cover-up — complete with long skirt and long sleeves.
I am the opposite of Hannah. She isn’t aware of her body, she’s too busy enjoying the beach. I am so completely aware of my body at all times, it would likely stop me from completely enjoying the beach.
You know that thing that happens to your stomach when you sit comfortably—the dinner roll lump factor? You know that thing that happens to your legs when you sit in shorts—that spread-like effect?
Well, I sit with perfect posture for a reason; I never wear shorts in public for a reason.
The reason is that I stupidly think you notice these things. That I stupidly think you care about them. The lumps. The leg spreads.
The reason is that I stupidly notice these things.
I need to stop.
I need to learn a little from Hannah.
Except maybe not when it comes to riding a bike...