The last picture I posted of me wearing my swimsuit was difficult but never as much as this one. The one part I dislike the most about my body is my belly. Flabby. Full of stretchmarks. This is literally the first time since I went through puberty that I put on a bikini. First time. I'm 26 and this was the first time in 15 years that my belly got some sun exposure. Because I really thought stretchmarks were fundamentally wrong. Along with cellulite it's pretty much the only thing that can't be changed and they're often viewed as disgusting. There are countless ads and products that claim they can get rid of them, knowing fully well that's impossible. Stretchmarks are of course always photoshopped out of everything, but even when they're not, like in @aerie campaigns, they're never on the belly. Since mine were not in a "regular" place, I've always felt I should cover them up. Turns out my belly really likes the sun, espicially in sweltering heat. And now I'll be shopping for more bikinis because as it turns out, people didn't care at all about my body on the beach. They were probably too busy enjoying the sun themselves.