Okay, so this whole Ginger Zee bathing suit thing. It’s not like I’m trying to BE Ginger Zee, you know? Good grief, no. But you see someone on TV, looking confident, and it gets you thinking. That’s what happened to me.
I’ve been stuck in a rut with swimsuits for, like, ever. Same old black one-piece. Does the job, I guess, but it’s not exactly making me feel like a million bucks. More like, "please don't look at me." And then I see Ginger Zee, out there, in all sorts of weather, sometimes in these brighter, more fun-looking suits. And she just owns it.
So, I thought, why not? Time to shake things up a bit. My mission, should I choose to accept it, was to find a new bathing suit. Something that wasn't… depressing. My own little project, you could say. First, I actually paid attention to the kind of stuff she wears. Not like, zooming in on my TV like a weirdo, but just noticing the cuts, the colors. She seems to go for practical but still stylish. Makes sense, given her job.
Then came the actual looking part. Ugh. Online, it’s a total gamble. You see a picture, looks great on the model who’s probably, like, 18 and seven feet tall. Then it arrives, and it’s a completely different story on a regular person like me. Sent back, like, three of them. What a waste of time and shipping fees. My mailman probably thinks I have a shopping problem.
Decided to brave the actual stores. You know how that goes. The lighting in those dressing rooms? Horrible. I swear they install special "makes-you-look-awful" bulbs. And the sizes are all over the map. A medium in one brand is a large in another. It’s like they’re actively trying to make you frustrated. I almost threw in the towel, told myself my old black suit was fine. "Who cares anyway?" I thought. "It's just a swimsuit."
But then I remembered seeing some interview with her, or maybe it was a post, where she talked about just being active and enjoying life. And it wasn’t really about the specific suit, but the attitude. So, I pushed on. Didn’t need to find her suit, just my suit. One that made me feel a bit less like hiding.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I found one. Not a designer thing, nothing fancy. It was just… a nice color, a cut that felt comfortable but not frumpy. It wasn't even what I initially thought I was looking for based on her style, but the whole process kinda opened my mind to trying different things. It was more about the feeling she projected, that confidence, than the actual garment, if that makes any sense.
So, I bought it. Took it to the beach last month. Still felt a bit self-conscious walking out there, not gonna lie. But then, the sun was out, the water was nice, and I actually forgot about the suit for a while. Just enjoyed myself. And that was the point, right? It’s funny how something so simple can be such a journey. Didn't turn me into a meteorologist, thank goodness, but I do feel a bit better about swimsuit season. It’s a small win, but I’ll take it.
