Fifty-Two Frames: Shapes

An ode to changing seasons… to ending chapters… to remembering the moment I realized, on a beach in Tel Aviv, among the curvy women, the chubby women, the skinny women, the older women, the speedo-ed men – that I, too, can wear a skimpy bathing suit, and frankly dears, no one gives a damn.

Unless I’ve had two kids and I’m just not ready to go back there yet.

Week 38: Shapes

Dear tiny triangles of my youth… tis not good bye, it’s see you later…

[Samsung Galaxy SIII]





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