Here is how you can get involved in the Wear the Damn Swimsuit mission.
Are you ready to wear the damn swimsuit and step into the best version of yourself?
Hello,
My name is Geri Bohn. I started Wear the Damn Swimsuit after receiving a negative comment on Facebook that sparked a fire in me. Since 4th of July weekend 2020, I have been spreading the message that women can empower one another and we do not need to compete. You see confidence is not a swimsuit size. Happiness is something you create for yourself. Life gets fun when you take control of your thoughts and start living your best life!
Wear the damn swimsuit!
We’ve all seen the awesome articles that encourage moms to wear their swimsuits and swim/play with their kids. Life is too short.
I was always self-conscious & couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to be shamed by the other moms/women.
As I got older… I slowly stopped caring what others thought about me. I mean, I was happily married, and I started to accept my mom bod.
4 years ago, we bought a boat. It changed everything I thought about swimsuits as a mom.
The lake is different then the city rec pool. Everyone is sporting their swimsuits and active playing or laying out. It’s no big deal to be in a swimsuit. Women in all different sizes… Even in bikinis.
I got comfortable. I swim with my kids. I ride the tube. I lay out and tan. No cover-up at the lake. Life is good.
It’s freeing.
We get matching swimsuits for 4th of July. Every year we take the same picture. It’s cute to see how the kids have grown.
This year was no different. We got matching swimsuits. Stores are closed or limited selections due to Covid. So, I ordered my swimsuit online. It was cheap… Because who wants to spend a lot on a swimsuit you wear for one day?
It didn’t fit good. So, I made the best of the situation and wore some different bottoms… They were mommy bottoms for sure. High waisted. Covered everything. They were red & didn’t match well… So, I kept my shorts on. All that mattered was our fun matching family tradition.
We got to the lake & took our annual pictures. I thought my kids looked so cute. I hated how I looked. I picked apart myself & hated how heavy I am… But decided to post our fun annual 4th of July pictures on the lake.
We’ve all seen the awesome articles that encourage moms to wear their swimsuits and swim/play with their kids. Life is too short.
I was always self-conscious & couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to be shamed by the other moms/women.
As I got older… I slowly stopped caring what others thought about me. I mean, I was happily married, and I started to accept my mom bod.
4 years ago, we bought a boat. It changed everything I thought about swimsuits as a mom.
The lake is different then the city rec pool. Everyone is sporting their swimsuits and active playing or laying out. It’s no big deal to be in a swimsuit. Women in all different sizes… Even in bikinis.
I got comfortable. I swim with my kids. I ride the tube. I lay out and tan. No cover-up at the lake. Life is good.
It’s freeing.
We get matching swimsuits for 4th of July. Every year we take the same picture. It’s cute to see how the kids have grown.
This year was no different. We got matching swimsuits. Stores are closed or limited selections due to Covid. So, I ordered my swimsuit online. It was cheap… Because who wants to spend a lot on a swimsuit you wear for one day?
It didn’t fit good. So, I made the best of the situation and wore some different bottoms… They were mommy bottoms for sure. High waisted. Covered everything. They were red & didn’t match well… So, I kept my shorts on. All that mattered was our fun matching family tradition.
We got to the lake & took our annual pictures. I thought my kids looked so cute. I hated how I looked. I picked apart myself & hated how heavy I am… But decided to post our fun annual 4th of July pictures on the lake.
Driving home, I looked at the pictures and felt so much love for my family & the fun day we had.
Then I got a comment… By mistake… I know this was not supposed to be seen by me. But it sent me in a tailspin.
I’m not mad at the person. I truly believe no one can hurt your feelings… My own thoughts about the comment hurt my feelings.
I made assumptions of who was supposed to receive the comment/text. I assumed all the horrible thoughts that others probably think of me.
I went down a rabbit hole. It wrecked my night. While watching fireworks with the kids… I spaced out and beat myself up. I cried before falling to sleep.
I can reason with myself. I know not to make assumptions. I work hard reading positive books and making self-improvements. But I let myself get in a funk.
This morning I woke up & went to get ready for another day of boating. I looked at my bikini that I planned to wear for the day and decided I shouldn’t. I looked for a mom swimsuit to wear. Then I changed my mind… I needed to wear it. Who the hell cares!?! Yes, I have cottage cheese. Yes, I have a mom bod. Yes, I may have big boobs. Oh well. I needed to be confident and show my girls that it didn’t break me.
I thought about it all day and decided to share this story. Not for validation… But for all the moms out there that aren’t wearing the swimsuits. I hear you. But go do it! You’re not promised tomorrow. Live today. Those that truly care for you, will not judge you.
9 months ago, I had cosmetic surgery. I endured a 12 HR long surgery with a 3-month recovery. I did it for me… Not for others approval. I feel comfortable with how I look. I’m wearing the bikini, even if it may not be what others would do.
PS… If my swimsuit pictures offend you… Please just swipe by and ignore them. I’m gonna keep being me!
Love you all!
Driving home, I looked at the pictures and felt so much love for my family & the fun day we had.
Then I got a comment… By mistake… I know this was not supposed to be seen by me. But it sent me in a tailspin.
I’m not mad at the person. I truly believe no one can hurt your feelings… My own thoughts about the comment hurt my feelings.
I made assumptions of who was supposed to receive the comment/text. I assumed all the horrible thoughts that others probably think of me.
I went down a rabbit hole. It wrecked my night. While watching fireworks with the kids… I spaced out and beat myself up. I cried before falling to sleep.
I can reason with myself. I know not to make assumptions. I work hard reading positive books and making self-improvements. But I let myself get in a funk.
This morning I woke up & went to get ready for another day of boating. I looked at my bikini that I planned to wear for the day and decided I shouldn’t. I looked for a mom swimsuit to wear. Then I changed my mind… I needed to wear it. Who the hell cares!?! Yes, I have cottage cheese. Yes, I have a mom bod. Yes, I may have big boobs. Oh well. I needed to be confident and show my girls that it didn’t break me.
I thought about it all day and decided to share this story. Not for validation… But for all the moms out there that aren’t wearing the swimsuits. I hear you. But go do it! You’re not promised tomorrow. Live today. Those that truly care for you, will not judge you.
9 months ago, I had cosmetic surgery. I endured a 12 HR long surgery with a 3-month recovery. I did it for me… Not for others approval. I feel comfortable with how I look. I’m wearing the bikini, even if it may not be what others would do.
PS… If my swimsuit pictures offend you… Please just swipe by and ignore them. I’m gonna keep being me!
Love you all!
Here is how you can get involved in the Wear the Damn Swimsuit mission.
