Bikini Competitions and Other Stupid Stuff I Did
I’m in an industry that rewards beauty, youth and rock-hard abs. The fit, the gorgeous, and the barely dressed get the likes and clicks, and I know this firsthand – cause I was one of those when I turned 45 (minus the youth).
You see at 45 years of age, I decided to enter a fitness bikini competition and I got myself the abs, the long hair, and the fake tan and I plastered those bloody images all over social media with cute little hashtags like #absaremadeinthekitchen, and #bikinicompetitor.
Whenever I posted those photos (see below) my likes were at least 25% higher than any other previous post. Because like I said above the internet recognizes the barely dressed.
I’m not very proud of this time in my life. I thought I would be, but the truth of the matter is after the competition was over (and after I finished filling my face with wonderful glorious carbs) I was embarrassed.
I was embarrassed that I spent so many months working towards the one goal of trying to look good in a stupidly small, ridiculously over-priced, glittery bikini.
The only thing that makes me smile with pride is when I think about the stripper heels I had to wear and how I conquered those without a sprained ankle insight.
“Yay PJ, bravo girlfriend.”
However, this was not the legacy I wanted to leave.
So, at 45 years of age, I started to grow up.
LH was pretty happy with this too. I guess I was a tad “challenging” to live with while on a restrictive diet with a two-a-day workout routine.
I don’t think this growth would have happened, though, if I didn’t do the competition. So one good thing did come out of not eating carbs for three months.
I also believe this change in mindset happens as we get closer to milestone birthdays, like in my case 50.
Now, flash forward five years later.
Below is a post I recently put on my Instagram feed of what my stomach really looks like versus how you can make a stomach look good with the right angle and pose (making a point that not everything we see on social media is always what it appears).
And this post is currently my top post on Instagram… ever.
It has the most engagement and the most likes including a whopping 450% increase from the post above in my stupid bikini.
So, I believe I hit a nerve, and that the women who follow me on Instagram feel the same way I do.
I guess getting older isn’t that bad. While I hate not being able to read the small print and the fact that I move slower than I used to, I do love the personal growth that age has helped me find.
I am happy I am leaving the baggage of my younger years behind me and that I am now a-okay with posting a photo of my meno-pot belly on Instagram… and that you were a-okay with it as well.
Thanks for being you.
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