The time has come. It’s almost time for my summer holiday, and I am beyond excited. I have been counting down the weeks since booking this trip back in the ‘beast from the east’ days. Doesn’t all that seem like a distant memory of stressful weather drama now? Well, its kind of is, because brighter days are well and truly here, and if I’m honest, I’m just as excited to have 11 straight days off work. 11. Days. Off. How glorious does that sound? This week and most of next week will consist of frantic holiday prep for me. I’m lucky enough that my mum is a hair and beauty therapist (I know), so I’ve already had a trip home at the weekend for my hair cut and a quick mani/pedi. But that is the tip of the iceberg as us girls know all too well.
As exciting as going on holiday is, there is a teeny, weeny bit of dread that comes along with it. I t must be a package deal. How many people actually manage to get ‘summer ready’? Or genuinely feel amazing in a bikini? I would love to know the figures, as it would probably make me feel 10x better about my current situation. It can often feel like everyone you see on social media is smashing it with their bikini bods, all toned and tanned frolicking on a beach in Bali somewhere, snapping smoothie bowls for the ‘gram as they go. Instagram goals really are all fun and games, until it’s your turn to go on holiday.
To top it off, Love Island is back on the screens, and aren’t they all gorgeous? Definitely not helping with the bikini confidence right now. Apologies to any one reading this who might have the will power to not get sucked into love island, but I’m not even going to pretend to be that strong. Anyway, like most of us, when I booked my holiday I convinced myself that I too, would be beach ready by June.
Oh how epically I have let myself down.
By internet standards that is, at least. My brain tells me that in order to be ready for a bikini, I need to be a solid size 8 (fail), have visible abs (failed again), be stretch mark and cellulite free (yep, another fail), and have a beautifully even golden tan, even on the first day at the beach (biggest fail of them all). I struggle to have a noticeable tan by the end of a holiday, and who wants to worry about fake tanning on holiday when you’re supposed to be chilling out. Seriously? For what?
This all boils down to the ideals of beauty that social media has given us. All of that same old b*llsh*t filters right through to dictating to us what we are supposed to look like on your holiday. It’s all well and good trying to ignore it, but especially when you chose to spend time online, and even if you don’t, it’s engrained into our society, and what we view as attractive. Confidence always helps, as does personality and authenticity, but sadly I don’t think we are anywhere close to a point in time yet where those three things will be enough for a person to be deemed attractive, and they especially don’t help you get ‘summer ready’.
So that’s why I’m not summer ready, and probably never will be. But I’ve realised that I shouldn’t beat myself up about it, because we all deserve to embrace our summer holiday and not feel bad that we don’t look a certain way. Even if I had gone to the gym every morning for the past two months, I still wouldn’t have been able to say no to pizza, because that’s not who I am. And so I will go to Greece with a smile on my face, and embrace who I am, rather than trying to be ‘ready’ to act like someone I’m not. Especially not just for the ‘gram.