related: I am too old for giving a shit about offending people by wearing a thong bikini to the beach/pool. I just like to tan my cheeks ok! I have also gotten very close to straight up going topless at my apartment pool. I just want ALL THE TAN.

I am right there with you. Last year was the first year since I was very little (like under 10) that I didn’t even bother being worried about what I look like in a bathing suit. And keep in mind, I’m not by any means overweight. I do weight training and I’m not skinny and I’ve just always had an unhealthy obsession…

YESSSS. I was logging on to say just this. I didn’t own a bikini until I was 30 because I was self-conscious. I remember the exact moment I looked in the mirror and said, “Fuck it. I am going to love my body and stop being critical of it.”

You are beautiful and YES!!! ALL OF THIS SO HARD!! Also, fuck waxing/plucking/torture of ANY KIND! Love me? Love my 70’s bush!

All the stars in the heaven, if I could. I needed this today. I can’t remember one moment in my life I didn’t feel fat, ugly, or stupid. At 40, I both yearn for an invisibility granted to women past a “certain age” and fear it. I’ve never been pretty or thin and the thought that I completely missed a window of “hot”…

I have been through that.

You know the corollary of this is all the clothes made for young nubile bodies who cannot afford them. By the time you can afford them you no longer have the body to look good in them. I think the smartest designer will be the one that makes Angela Merkle look great. Will makes a fortune from all the older women with…

Yessssss. I’m 35 and I rarely wear makeup anymore unless it’s a formal event or I am having a portrait taken. My hair is pixie short because I’m tired of fighting my curls and having to take 30 minutes to dry and style it.

A lot of that came for me during pregnancy and post pregnancy. Just no time for make up. And fuck pantyhose. Hanes puts me in plus size, because I’m tall, but not that tall. My BMI floats from 25-26%.

Gods, this...all of this.

I recently bought my first pair of shorts in...15 years...I heard an off hand comment about thunder thighs when I was 12. But I said “screw it. Everyone is too concerned about what other people think about them to think about me and what I think they’re thinking about me...LET THE CELLULITE…

I love and envy this in almost equal measure.

I am here to agree with you wholeheartedly. Finally at age 58 I have finally said, screw it , I am going to the pool/beach and put on my swimsuit and actually go into the water and I love it. The whole experience. Swimming, sun worshiping,the casual atmosphere and the relaxation of not caring. But now I am so angry…

Man, FUCK hair in the face, or down, or requiring styling. Gimme a rubber band and some bobby pins and never let that hair touch my face again.

Seriously. At some point I was mentally beating myself up about not losing weight for the last 15 years... and yet my weight (give or take 5 pounds) has been about the same the whole time. And I’m not even medically overweight, just sorta average! Why did I waste so much time worrying about this?

I’m 31 and in the last year or so, it really hit home that no, despite what society tells us, my self worth as a human is not tied to whether or not my appearance gives dudes boners at any given time.

Giving a shit about my physical appearance.