I vote to bring back the Bathing Costume. Maybe we are just really not meant to wear so little clothing as the bathing costume of today demands. Why are they all now bedazzled rubber bands? Why? More importantly, I am so freaking sick of obsessing and depriving and running and obsessing and squatting and lifting in desperate hopes of there being one day in my life where I actually feel good in a bathing suit. It’s just not gonna happen, people! As a child I just ate way too many personal pan pizzas. It’s just not gonna happen. Also, I wish I was less shallow and that even I believed that beauty is within, and that I spent way more time discovering said inner beauty, and way less time lunging. Okay, now I go eat an entire chicken pot pie.