Swimsuit Confidence Week with Land’s End

Ladies, this is Kimberly, Allison’s trusty sidekick here beseeching you to gird up your loins. Swimsuit season is upon us. For real. And I say, down with the string bikini! Down with T-shirts in the pool! We don’t need to go there. I say we make this the summer of swimsuit confidence. All shapes, all sizes. Don’t you agree? I thought you would. Land’s End does, too, and asked me to prove it. Well they actually asked Allison but she’s gallivanting across Eastern Europe or something. So, in all my new swimsuit glory, I give you proof of my own swimsuit confidence:

Can’t believe I just did that, although I will admit that having the right swimsuit goes a loooong way in boosting that confidence. Land’s End asked me to choose one to show off and I do actually like it. A lot. In case you were wondering–ha!–my teensy weensy bikini days are long gone, and most of my swim suit time involves chasing toddlers around a pool so, momma’s gotta keep it G-rated. But momma also wants to feel cute, not matronly. And a tankini (best invention ever) was my perfect solution. I love the flirty little skirted mini,  and the patterned top allows me to control the va-va-voom factor. You know, adding more if I need it or toning it down if I don’t. I won’t say which. Both pieces were flattering but fun and practical too. My only regret is not noticing the bottoms came in petite; I think it would have been a slightly better fit. Truth be told I had lots of fun choosing from all the options: flirty, glamorous, sporty.

So friends, go put on your bathing suit and be proud of what you have. Va-va-voom or va-va not. I’ll resist the urge to point out all of my flaws if you will do the same.  And be sure to check out Land’s End Swimsuit Confidence week, along with contests and prizes via twitter #landsend every day this week!

Thank you to Land’s End for providing the suit, and the opportunity to put myself, ahem, out there. Posing in a bathing suit isn’t awkward at all…

Kimberly

...by day, making a home where the buffalo roam. By night, pretty much the same thing, punctuated by the occasional fantasies of sunny beaches, italian movies and sparkling lemonade.