Every once in a while, I terrify myself. That means putting on a bathing suit. And for extra terror, it means getting in front of a camera in a bathing suit. Pre-cancer, I wore a Popina Swimwear retro bathing suit for a KATU story. This time, I was asked to “model” for a story in The Oregonian. I’ve got some fab new post-cancer pineapples (Thank you, Dr. Zegzula), but what if the rest of me looks like Jabba the Hut? I was about to find out.
Going to Popina Swimwear is such a positive experience because they have a gigantor range of suits, and they get it. The owner, Pamela Levenson, and her staff, know how to flatter whatever body part ails you. As a muffin-top-challenged, late 40-something woman, it felt great to hear: “You’ve got great curves. Now here’s what you do….”
They made me look great in a sweet streamlined tankini. The whole experience was refreshingly empowering, not terrifying. Do I look like an 18-year-old gymnast I used to be? Hell no. But seriously, who cares. Maybe this is the summer to enjoy just being around and quit wasting time fearing things like showing skin.
jacki kane 