Yeah, every man’s fantasy, I’m sure.
But this story will wig that sort of guy completely out.
Here is what happened:
My friend, Joy and I were at Ten Thousand Waves in Santa Fe. We and a few other women over 40 were comfortably lounging naked in the hot mineral water when in come 8 bikini-clad 20-somethings. Turns out they were a bride & bridesmaids getting ready for a wedding.
We all chatted a while. They were very sweet. Then one of their group asked the others if anyone would mind her taking a picture to remember the afternoon by. Several declined, and she said, “oh, right. I guess I shouldn’t take your pic in the bathing suits and all. Okay. I’m sorry.”
Now, these are 20-somethings, and all but one had model-perfect figures.
So, I couldn’t help it, especially since I had been noticing how beautiful I found these women – all of us. I turned to the 40-somethings, (actually, at least 2 were over 60) and asked if any of them would mind if I took a photo of the group of us there in the hot spring?
Nah, that’s fine… every single dang one of us… 7 mostly overweight, post-baby, far from our youth and still beautiful women could have cared less if a total stranger took a digital photo of us all naked in the pool.
Go figure.
I prefer to think that we were far more comfortable in our bodies than these lovely ladies half our age, and I think that was just it. We were *comfortable* with ourselves.
Love, Ann
