I am currently in beautiful Lanzarote. In a gorgeous hotel with a whole host of stunning European women. Athletic German Mums, stylish Spanish Mums and for the first few days I found it a bit overwhelming. Don't get me wrong. This isn't a "woe is me I am chubby due to a myriad of different reasons". This is a "woe is me why can't I just get my sh*t together and try and lose a bit of weight so I don't have to cover myself up in a Primark aztec beach dress at all times".
She didn't bother splashing me when I walked past her in the shallow end. And she didn't try and aim her water pistol at me. And I thought "F*ck. I'm the 'mum who won't go in the pool'". The one she will moan about when she is older and tell her kids "Oh my Mum would never go in the water". And that bothered me a million more times that what people thought of my red raw chest, my bottle white knees and my wobbly ass. So? I got in the pool.