Same. Sometimes I wear jean shorts over my bathing suit, especially if we're anywhere but the pool. I've had my run ins with... Creepy men, and I'm not risking anything. And I just prefer it, haha.
Haha, relatable. (I was feeling rebellious, and annoyed that women's clothing is so badly made, so I angrily stole some camo cargo's from the boys section and they are now my favorite pair of pants. Yes I paid for them, it's an expression.)
THAT IS SO TRUUUEEE. I wear modest two-pieces. Way more logical.
I used to want to be able to do that, but I realized it was to hard for me. I've never had the patience to do it, but I've decided helping people invent and evolve emotionally was the better decision. It's still very hard, but this time it's not because my wires are frayed.
If my grandmother died... I'd feel like there isn't an end to my sorrow. Just a reminder, but, don't try or pray to fill up the emptiness. It never goes away, and that's for sure. You can't cover it up, and it never leaves. It's a part of your landscape now, the only thing you can do is let it be. Because, after awhile, you'll realize it's not so deep after all. It's still enormous, and terrifying, but it's not as deep as it used to be. Vines and flowers will grow around it, and at some points, you may not even be able to see it. But if you let the tears smear your vision, it's always going to appear as deep as ever. You'll never notice the flowers, or the ornate vines. You'll never discover that it's only knee-deep. It'll just be infinite. Don't let that happen. It'll ruin almost anything.