I was asked to share my story about the first time I wore athong bikini.
This is My Story
So first I will tell you a little bit about myself before weget into the details.
Hello, my name is Sandra Tanner, I was born on February 5th 1991 which makes me 28 years old at the time of this article. Personality wise, I would say I am somewhat reserved, tend to lean more towards the conservative side of things. I am not an introvert nor an extrovert, just a normal 28 year old woman.
I had been flying by the seat of my pants since my divorcebut so far think I’ve been relatively successful. My children are alive, my job is secure, Iown my home….. well I rent it from thebank but I am in fact living the dream.
So time for a little Mom time!. My best girlfriends decided it was time totake a vacation. Mayan Riviera did notknow what it was about to experience. Ok well the Mayan Riviera had no idea what lame exhausted Moms werebringing to the table.
I decided, right then, that the Mayan Riviera was our targeted location to letloose and have some fun.. We stayed at the Ocean Coral & Turquesa. The Ocean Coral & Turquesa is located onthe seafront in Punta Coral, in the area of Puerto Morelos. It is an absolutelyfabulous resort.
Checking my list twice – Pawn off the kids – check. Pack my cutest shoes – check. Sunscreen SPF 5000 – check. One piece bathingsuit circa 1924 – check. Get to theairport 5 hours early so as not to be stressed – check. Call the kids 12 times – check and check. Yup I’m ready!
My married girlfriends were very anxious to get me “outthere”. I am not prepared to be “outthere” however throwing caution to the wind and psyching myself up for an epicvacay.
Flight is fine. Arrival is euphoric. Beer when weland! Oh it’s going to be more thanepic. I’m going to party like it’s1939!
After checking in, we agreed to rush to our rooms getchanged and meet at the private pool bar. I was surprised to find my four finefriends either sporting thongs or close to it. Did I mention one of my friend’sis getting married and that is one of the other reasons we were on thisvacation together in the first place. Of course, one drink led to another andthe ribbing started. They were all trying to get me to get a thong and wear itto the beach the next day.
Well tomorrow came and went and I did not sport a thongbikini, however I did notice that the thong was pretty much common placeeverywhere and probably 30 to 40 percent of the other guests in my age group 20– 45 LOL were sporting some shape or form of a cheeky bikini. Further don’tthink for a minute that my friends had let up on me either……. It appeared thatthey had come prepared for this vacation and had a couple of these tiny unitsin their vacation arsenal. I was not prepared for this. Nor did I think I wasready.
So let’s move forward to day two. Full day. Get up and have grown up breakfast. Back to room to change for the beach. Not even one step out of the bathroom and my girlfriend is swinging something around on her finger. Hmmmm She says…….. ditch the grandma suit we brought you something better! Turns out it is a light blue sexy string bikini top and a String THONG bottom! WTF?? Nope not gonna happen. I’m too old I told them! I don’t have the body for that I told them. No one wants to see me in a thong I told them. Nothing but smirks and winks is what I got back. After much agonizing, I relented and embraced the challenge.
What had I done?
Would I live this down?
Would I end up on the front page of the tabloids?
Will people stare?
Are people going to point and laugh?
OMG what HAD I DONE?
At this point I was thinking, “A Thong” – not to be confusedwith that hollywood snack “The Thing” although equally disturbing and hopefullyunrealistic.
So there it was this tiny little blue thong bikini draped neatly over the back of the chair at the desk in my room. It was waiting for me. Yes it was waiting for me. I felt cornered, what was I going to do? How could I get out of this? OMG.
Well reality set in and I realized I did not want to let myfriends down so off to the bathroom I go with my new bikini in hand. Don’t askwhy I went to the bathroom as I was alone in my room at this point, but I guessI wanted to make sure the walls did not see me.
I slid on the bottom with precision, then put on the little string triangle top. I had my back to the mirror, yup I was scared to look. I peeked around my right side towards the mirror, I could see a side view of myself. Hay I thought that’s not so bad, then I looked at my butt, of course like all women our butt is to big, it could be the size of a pair of plums but we would still think it was the size of a beef cow.
Reality set in again, OK I have it on, but I have to leavethe room now. The anxiety I felt cannot be put into words. It was crippling, Ifelt like running to the airport and jumping on the first plane that wasleaving and I did not care where it was going, anywhere but here I thought.
But then my common sense kicked in, what would my friendsthink if I deserted them, plus I had given my word. So then I remembered mysarong. I looked at that sarong like it was my bullet proof vest, it was goingto save me from the world. So on goes the sarong. I had no idea a sarong couldbe so sheer and see through.
Well on went the sarong but wait before I turned the doorknob, I remembered I had a bar fridge in my room fully stocked with all kindsof tiny bottles of courage. Of course, in the Mayan Riviera there is noshortage of tequila and nor did my fridge. So I grabbed one of those littlebottles of courage and choked down the golden nectar, hmm no so bad I thought,fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, before I let it take affect, I decided adouble dose of courage was need for this field trip, so two it was.
Well a few minutes later I was ready, nothing was taking medown. Out the door I went. At this point with a lot of help from the tequila, Iwas not hiding, I was not strolling, I was strutting my stuff with the courageof raging bull. I went out that door and I was on my way.
Our rooms backed right onto a pathway to the pool where wewere going to meet. Yup its on. Oh %^&*( here come two guys coming right ame. I had two choices…. Try and jump into the jungle like overgrowth along thepath or face them head on. Concerned with the major trauma and lesions I wouldlikely have after diving into the underbrush, I decided to take the bull by thehorns and stroll by them with confidence. Yup with confidence, as they gotcloser, I could feel my face getting red, my knees were weak and I could feelthis out of control urge to throw up. I walked by them tried to force a smileand hopefully my body would hold out.
Well to my surprise, they were polite, they did not stare,in fact the simply said good morning and smiled. As I walked away, I heard oneof them say, “She’s Hot”. WHAT, I AM HOT…..I am wearing this teeny tiny stringthing called a thong for three minutes in public and I have already beencomplimented. Hmm This changes everything.
Well on to the pool I go I am feeling pretty good aboutthings now, the tequila has settled in nicely and I am feeling relativelyconfident. Well there are my friends. They jumped up and gave me a standingovation when they saw me, whistles were heard, cat calls, you can imagine … Ofcourse I got a little carried away and off came the sarong and did a littleamateur modeling for them to their enjoyment and glee.
Fast forward. My life changed in the course of 12 minutes. I hit the beach. My towel was confiscated. The volleyball and frisbees came out. It was time to rock my thong. Well I was weirdly inconspicuous and not out of the norm. I was also that single mom with a lot of attention. NOT because I was wearing a thong but because I was likely the most confident woman on the beach. I was a different woman! I put on and rocked my thong and cannot help but ask myself why I hadn’t allowed myself before to be and do me! My ass was out there for the world to see but that, again, was not why I was loving me! It was because I finally had decided that I deserve to live my life and embrace the confidence I knew I always had but wouldn’t allow myself to exploit. I will never ever hit a beach without my confidence. Confidence in myself because I am worth it. I am amazing. I am the best me I can be. Did the thong give me this confidence? Nope. It was the confidence to be exactly who I wanted to be at that time. BUT thank you thong!
I have a new respect for me. I have decided that I no longer care what others think. I am going to wear my thong and dye my hairpink if I want, wear high heels with my pajama pants, sing along to my ipod inthe gym.
Yup I’m done worrying about what others think.
Ladies, rock your thong!!!