I Don’t Wear a Bikini — But Not for the Reason You Think!


It’s summertime. Take a glance at the internet and you’ll see all kinds of encouragement promoting body positivity, telling moms to show that they love their bodies by wearing bikinis. Yes, mama! Definitely love your body. It carried and gave birth to a child (or to multiple children!). It’s strong, and it runs after those children while they grow. I wrote a whole post on loving your “mom bod,” and I do love mine.

But I won’t wear a bikini. Here’s why:

At least one child will definitely pull down my swimsuit, revealing my private parts to the entire beach or pool area.

I am not in a period of my life where I lay around on a beach chair, reading a book and working on my tan. Rather, I have three small children who love to pretend to be monkeys, using me as their tree. This is the most fun for them in the water! We play shark, I throw them around, we practice floating and swimming. With tiny hands constantly grabbing and clawing at me, it doesn’t take long before one of them gets hooked in my bikini, pulling it up, down, or sideways. I used to wear bikinis before I learned that, without fail, the top or bottom would become dislodged by a small person at play.

Wearing a one-piece bathing suit gives me more sun protection and saves time applying sunscreen.

Putting sunscreen on my kids is like engaging in a wrestling match or cage fight. They run, and I chase. They wiggle, and inevitably sunscreen winds up in their hair, on their bathing suits, on the furniture — pretty much everywhere except on their exposed skin! And that’s if we sunscreen at home. If I try to do it when we get to the pool, my kids are jumping in the water before I’ve even kicked off my flip-flops. No time for mom to sunscreen herself! So not only do I wear a one-piece, but I also rock a swim shirt! Yes! It’s not about fashion at the moment, it’s about function.

Will I ever wear a bikini again?

Sure, someday. When I hit that time in my life where I bring my kids to the pool and they tell me not to walk in with them, or sit with them, or acknowledge them in any way. And I’ll miss that functional one-piece bathing suit and the little girls who couldn’t swim without their mama.

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Rachel Wilson
Rachel is a native of the West Coast and didn't know that her straight hair could frizz until she made the move East! After earning a Master of Environmental Management from Yale, she moved to Boston for a job opportunity and, on her first Saturday night in the city, met the man who would become her husband. They married in 2012 and are learning more every day about how to be parents to daughters Annabel (2013) and Eleanor (2016). Rachel and her family recently relocated from Charlestown to the Metrowest suburbs and are enjoying their yard, but dislike shoveling snow from their driveway. Rachel currently works as an energy and environmental consultant, and wore Birkenstocks before they were trendy. Likes: her family, her in-laws, cooking ambitious meals and leaving the dishes for someone else, hiking, running, yoga, climbing mountains, reading books, farmers' markets and her CSA, dark chocolate peanut butter cups, the sound of her daughters' laughter, and coffee Dislikes: running out of milk, New England winters, diaper rash, wastefulness, cell phones at the dinner table


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