The dreaded bathing suit

Whats a camping trip without partaking in the lake activities? So against my better judgement I pulled out my dreaded bathing suit put it on and skipped down to the beach with my family. I hate my bathing suit its a brown one piece that has a little skirt thingy at the front that I guess is supposed to....what? Give me the illusion of looking skinny? No the arm and back fat cancels out that. Hide my crotch? But why would I want to hide my crotch its the only part of me besides my ankles that is not fat. Give me the safety of having a little more material to hide behind? Who knows. So I put on my swim suit and pranced around the beach in front of all the little skinny girls baking in the sun paranoid they are all looking and snickering at me. "Hey I may die of heart disease, but your gonna die of skin cancer." As I was walking into the water I happened to notice a group of middle eastern women also entering the lake all fully clothed and thought to myself now they have the right idea. How I would love to throw on my baggy jogging pants an over sized t shirt and frolic in the water with out a care in the world. Then again how do you stay afloat with all those clothes on plus they would be a bitch to dry. Hopefully this will be my last summer in my brown suit and next summer I can frolic in my bikini but hold the skin cancer please.