6 Reasons Summer Was Better When You Were 6

6 Reasons Summer Was Better When You Were 6

These will probably lead to an existential crisis.

Don’t get me wrong; I love summer as much as anyone else. The beach is ~fantastic~, I love seeing friends from home, and I get to be around my family all day every day. But I started to have a minor existential crisis while cleaning out my grandma’s house.

I thumbed through old photo albums of me as a baby at the beach with my dad, and then me in all of my preteen glory, rocking the sickest tankini ever known to man. And then it dawned on me. As much as I love summer now, nothing can compare to what I felt as a kid.

Things were just easier, and maybe that’s how it is with everything, but the sudden wave of realization really rocked me in terms of summer (especially now, as my friends and I try to plan our annual beach weekend around everyone’s schedules and #nocashflow).

1. You didn’t have to plan anything, you just sort of arrived at whatever vacation/party your family was going to.

This was the first thing that crossed my mind because, as I mentioned before, my friends and I are trying to plan a beach weekend and its semi-impossible. I literally have 0 idea what’s going on because 1. I’m stupid 2. I’m lazy and 3. I get very overwhelmed for literally no apparent reason.

SO, I honestly bring nothing to the table in terms of planning these excursions so its not even like I can take the reigns and plan the whole thing in one go. I am literally a cheese wheel with arms and legs. But as a baby cheese wedge with arms and legs, I didn’t have to worry about anything. I just got in the car, ready for a good time, and was whisked away to whatever family function or vacation was occurring. AND I MISS THIS SO MUCH.

I remember not even knowing we were going to Disney UNTIL WE ARRIVED AT DISNEY. And it wasn’t even one of those “surprise your children” things, I was just that oblivious and incompetent. So imagine me now, trying to find hotels and dates that fit everyone’s schedule because tbh I can’t imagine it (mostly because it is simply not occurring woops).

2. You didn’t have to worry about being ~sculpted~ in time for the beach because you were prepubescent and didn’t have anything to sculpt.

THIS IS THE ONE THAT GETS ME. As I stare at my pasty, lumpy self in the mirror, I wish nothing more than to go back to when I was a literal cinnamon stick of a child. I was such a smol girl when I was 10-13 (14-16 are the dark ages, we don’t speak of those). I literally gave 0 at all times while in a bathing suit because nothing hung out, nothing jiggled around. NOTHING. I would give my left toe to be that carefree in a bathing suit again. Now, if I want to attain perfect rippedness, I’d have to start 5 months ago so gbless everyone on the shores of North Carolina and Wildwood, you will see some horrid, horrid things this summer.

3. You didn’t have to worry about work ruining your plans.

OHMYGOD. Work ruins literally everything. My plans? BYE. My will to do things after work? HA, NOPE. Work swoops in at all hours of the day, every day of the week because it knows you need it, but then burns any other plan to the ground in a fiery blaze. And the worst thing is that if you don’t work, you can’t even go through with the plans you’d want to do if you weren’t working.

AND, when you are free, odds are your friends are instead working, and you don’t want to, say, go to the beach by yourself? Or BBQ by yourself (jk, yes I do and I have because I am a sad, sad, woman). But you didn’t have to worry about work as a kid. If you wanted to do something, you just did it because you had all of the time in the world.

Your friends were free at all hours of the day and the things you were doing didn’t require money, and if they did, your parents paid for it, which leads me into my next point.

4. Everything was free because your parents paid for it because you were a baby child and child labor is WRONG.

As I type this, one single tear runs down my face as I remember how amazing it was when my parents just ordered my friends and I pizzas when they came to sleepover. Or when they would just drive us to the movies AND THEN PAY FOR THE MOVIE.

Now, I have 0 motivation to do anything that requires money because I just imagine how many hours it took to earn it. And half the time, I don’t even have money because I either used it to feed myself or I put it towards college. The sadness is so real and so strong right now I’m ending this paragraph early because help.

5. You had more energy to do things instead of being tired and lazy 25/8.

I feel like a middle-aged dad 97% of the time and it concerns me. I don’t know what it is but I think I aged dramatically in the span of 1 year. I remember being on the beach from 8 am to 5 pm, then sprinting home, jumping in the pool from 5:30-8, then sprinting back to the beach to go night crabbing, then staying up until 2 am just because. AND I WOULD REPEAT THIS SCHEDULE EVERY DAY.

I think my soul would leave my body if I tried that now. And this makes me so sad because I want that energy back again. I AM 20 YEARS OLD and willing to bet a demon sucked the life out of me over the course of sophomore year because where has my energy gone.

6. You just had a better outlook on life, everything was more exciting.

This is probably the saddest part of growing up. I was so excited for literally everything. I went all out at every barbecue. I was ready at any time of the day to do the stupidest things with my friends. The smallest, most insignificant things meant the world to me and this realization is probably the most soul-crushing part of growing up.

Ya, things are still exciting for me, but it’s simply not the same. I had more time for little things, like catching fireflies or walking to get ice cream with my family. These small events were monumental to me, and as much as I try and get back to that mindset, I really don’t know how possible it is, especially with actual adulthood creeping closer and closer. But I’ll try, and hopefully something will click. And if it doesn’t, catch me drowning myself in the sand this Fourth of July weekend :-).

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13 Summer Struggles Only Thick Girls Understand

Chafing. So much chafing.


Summer is a lovely time. A time of cookouts, swimming, and sunny weather. But if you're a " thick girl," summer sometimes brings more unpleasantries than it does for slimmer women. No matter how beautiful and confident you are in your body, it can bring some struggles.

1. The living hell that is shorts-shopping

Step 1: Find the biggest size the store has.

Step 2: (If you can even get those on): Realize your stomach is being squeezed into the top, your butt is falling out of the back and your thighs are having the life squished out of them.

Step 3: Realize why winter isn't so bad.

2. And dealing with them even after finding a pair that "fits"

Nothing like taking a pair of shorts home you remember fitting you okay in the store and then walking for 45 seconds and pulling them out of your butt or crotch 17 times. Truly a magical experience.

3. And every bathing suit you try on shows more skin than you'd planned

Even the most conservative bathing suit turns into cleavage-city and a non-cheeky set of bottoms turns into a thong. I promise, older people glaring at me in my sexual bathing suit, I didn't mean for this to happen!

4. Chafing. So much chafing.

No better feeling than four minutes into wearing short shorts realizing that your inner thighs are literally tearing themselves apart. Body Glide and baby powder are a thick girl's No. 1 necessity.

5. Loving rompers. Rompers not loving you.

Rompers are made with short and skinny girls in mind. Heaven forbid you're not short, and heaven forbid you're not skinny. Rompers are like a mystical article of clothing that, no matter what, always just barely doesn't fit.

6. Imagining wearing a sundress with a strapless bra and just laughing

Of course, not all thick girls are well-endowed in the boob department, but if you are, you understand how hilarious the thought of you wearing a strapless bra truly is.

7. And bralettes are a thing of fantasy

Once again, bralettes are designed for a very specific body type. One that I do not fall into.

8. Feeling like you need to constantly defend yourself for dressing like you want to

There are so many posts and tweets and just general ideals that people have that certain sized women can't wear certain clothing. You shouldn't feel the need to defend yourself for wearing a cute crop top or a bikini, but you will.

9. And always feeling looked at when you're rocking your swimsuit

Yes, I see your judging eyes, and yes, they are making me feel like shit. It doesn't matter how confident you are in your body, people looking at you like you just killed somebody just because you're wearing something typically made for smaller women doesn't make you feel good.

10. Did I mention chafing?

I just felt like something so horrible couldn't just be mentioned once.

11. Online shopping for cute summer outfits and then none of them fitting you correctly

There's always the dreaded "one-size-fits-all" for plus-size women. As if there's just one way to be plus-size. No matter how much they promise online that it'll fit well, it won't.

12. Seeing tiny girls complaining about losing their "summer bodies"

So many tweets talking about choosing food over a summer body. So many profile pictures of traditionally skinny women. I'm not saying that thick girls are the only ones who can complain about their summer bodies, and thick girls do not have a monopoly one not feeling confident in their bodies. But it is hard to see those posts knowing that those women would be glorified in their swimwear while you'd be gawked at.

13. The "you go girl!" comments on your oh-so-brave bikini photos

Compliments are nice, and positive comments while wearing a bikini go a long way. But the dreaded "you go girl" comment just seems so condescending. Just treat me like anyone else you'd see wearing a bikini. I promise, I'd like to feel like that.

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Personal Space Is More Important Than Socializing

Stop pretending you don't need a break from your friends (and life).


Firstly, I would like to say that FOMO is a very real thing.

For those born in the prehistoric era, that means 'fear of missing out'. It's something that definitely came with the age of technology, and the tendency for everyone to post the best aspects of their social lives in an attempt to prove they have one (don't stress, I'm the biggest culprit). It's also something that's potentially destroying our ability to prioritize our need for time alone.

I feel like we're all in a competition to be the most social person in our social media bubbles. I'm sure you can agree there's that pressure lurking every time you do something fun to whip out your phone and make sure you take a snap of it, to prove you actually did something with your day other than binge watch David Dobrik vlogs.

Even when the aspect of social media is removed, FOMO still hangs around. Sometimes I just don't want to go out. I don't want to get out of bed, to get dressed, brush my hair. Sometimes I simply don't want to socialize — small talk is exhausting! But yet, I get that feeling like I really should go out and see people, like I'm not spending my time wisely unless I'm soaking up every chance I get to hang out with friends. It's almost as if everyone thinks your life isn't of value if it isn't spent being around others, and I do agree with this — to an extent.

Before leaving for Alabama, the number one piece of advice I heard over and over was, "say yes to everything!" I was then usually told to make friends with as many people as I could, maybe even say hi to strangers once in a while! Anyone who had been on exchange previously recommended that I immerse myself in every experience that presented itself to me. After all, their favorite memories involved making new, unexpected friends.

I still strongly stand by this idea — I wouldn't have had half the experiences I've had so far if it weren't for this Yes Man mentality. However, I am now past halfway, and all I can say is I'm absolutely knackered. I'm all socialized-out! After being in the company of at least one other person every… single… minute… (I have a roommate) for the last 11 weeks, I can confidently say I've had enough. If I carry on this way, forcing myself to attend any and all outings, I quite possibly could implode… or at least want to crawl under a rock and never talk to anyone again (nearly at this stage already).

One thing I didn't realize until recently is just how much downtime I have to myself at home. Sure, I work or go to Uni most days, and I see my friends as much as possible. I also have my scheduled 6 p.m. family dinner followed by one-hour gossip session with mum each night. But at the end of each day, I would snuggle up in my big queen bed that I had all to myself (I'm single, thanks for reminding me) and finally feel relaxed. That was my designated time to myself that I could look forward to each day. Some nights I just put music on and lay down for hours doing absolutely nothing. That was the point though, I didn't have to do anything, and I didn't have anyone else to worry about.

Now, I might be lucky to get 10 minutes alone each day while I take a shower. Even then, my roommate occasionally drops in to go to the bathroom, and the thin shower curtain is the only thing standing between myself and a mental breakdown. Sometimes I want to hide behind that curtain all day. My happy place is now the small square corner of my bathroom, how sad is that?

I think the notion of spending time alone is severely underrated. Why have we created an idea that it's not OK to want to be alone every now and then? Why do we have to constantly be pushing ourselves to reach out to others and put ourselves out there? I absolutely love meeting new people and making new friends! But you know what else I love? Sitting on the couch with a hot Milo, binge-watching David Dobrik vlogs. So sue me! I think finding time to think about yourself only is just as essential for mental stability as surrounding yourself with friends and family.

After this experience, I know I will never feel ashamed to admit that I am going to miss out on doing something with my friends in order to be alone. It's literally the only thing that keeps me sane! (Can you tell I'm already going a little insane?)

I can now finally understand why mum used to be so happy when the school holidays were over. It's not that she didn't love us, she just valued her personal space! What a smart little lady!

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