A Small Window

There seems to be a very small window in which you can don a teeny bikini with a perfectly flat chest and a squishy round mid-section.

When angles don't matter, because you are undeniabley adorable.

When your bikini top can accidently expose your boobies, and you don't have nightmares for years to come of the show that you gave the audience on that horribly embarrassing day.

That time has passed for me. Unfortunately at the moment, Honey's figure and mine are somewhat similar, and I do not get the comments that she gets strutting down the beach. What's with that?

*and yes, that look of accomplishment on Honey's face in the first image is sheer pride. After a summer of observing the older kids dash through the water, climb up the ladder, and jump off the dock, she seems to have put it all together. To my demise, that means I actually must watch my children. What's with that?