Right after I had kids, “bikini season” became synonymous with Doomsday.
Dread. Fear. Disgust. Loathing. And that was just trying on swimsuits in the dressing room.
It’s crazy how a small amount of fabric can cause such a ruckus.
The ruckus starts with some crazy diet or detox, followed by a butt-kickin’ workout regime, then slowly winds down with a good self-tanner (everyone knows tan fat looks way better than pale fat) and finally acceptance in the form of a cover-up.
I experienced my final bikini season ruckus 6 years ago. After my soul-crushing bikini season experience in a post-baby body, I actually have nothing to say to my bikini now except “THANK YOU”.
That single experience put me on the path to help all moms love their bodies again.
We deserve to look and feel great. We grew another human being inside of us for crying out loud! If we can do that, we can do anything.
My name is Susie Shina. I want to help you and your bikini make nice.