a letter from my mother

So you said that you wanted to know how I spend my days off, so that you could live vicariously through me... Imagine going to the pool with your drink in hand and claiming a chair surrounded by beautiful people the age of your children.  I try to look cool hanging on to my goggles and Little Nemo paddle board, but then I spill over my drink, and then My little bra dress that Lucy gave me from Victoria Secrets is stuck because of the sweat, and I wrestle with it like an alligator before it finally comes off over my head, flipping my sunglasses off with it.  Here I am with my Target bikini with no tattoos, but plenty of cellulite with a tummy that protrudes more than the summer before.  Everyone but me is too cool to swim, but it is hot, and I have already proven that I am not a person that they would care to associate with, so I jump in and enjoy my own little world.