Baby, You're a Firework

The other day, our family was at the beach and I commented to Emme that I wanted to get a tan on my stomach (which hasn't seen the light of day since I birthed three kids... and multiple stretch marks).  


I said, "Maybe I should get a bikini..." and then I spied a woman in a black bikini who was larger than me and not your typical Baywatch babe in a bikini.  "Or not."


Emme didn't even blink.  "She looks like she's happy," she said.  Then she shrugged and we talked about something else.


And that's the lesson, isn't it?  It won't matter what you wear, as long as you're happy.  That's what counts.