Scaramouche, Scaramouche

I haven't bought a swimsuit in years. The spandex on my old ones is no longer spandexing.

I need a new one, so am going shopping for one today.

I AM KIND OF HALF DREADING THIS.

Clothing manufacturers, if you cause me feel like a freak with arbitrary sizing BULLSHIT or something, I AM COMING FOR YOU AND I AM GIVING YOUR KIDS FRAPPUCCINOS AND KAZOOS AND INSTRUCTIONS TO PLAY SAID KAZOOS OUTSIDE YOUR DOORS AT MIDNIGHT FOR A WEEK.

AAAAAAAaaaajhksgfjhksdfhgjkshfk.

I'm okay just yeah. Hooray for internalized societal bullshit! (Bonus mini-snark: I love when people deny that they have any internalized issues. Anyone who DOES, and who claims to be this big fat hairy iconoclast who 'didn't drink the kool-ade, maaaaaaannnn', is inevitably nothin' of the kind and just fucking et up with issues and prejudice. I have issues too but I can ADMIT I have 'em and thus work at 'em. Closing your eyes an going AAAAAAAAAALALALALALALALALA with your fingers in your ears just compounds the problem.)

ETA; SUCCESS!

And shockingly painless too! I am so going back to that store. The people were awesome.