On this weekend, the unofficial start to summer, I'm aware that we've lost the meaning of the season.
Summer is not supposed to be about hating your body.
It's about coconut lotion, popsicle tongues, and cartwheels in the sand. Summer camp, porch swings, and shvitzing in the shade. Slip-and-slides, fireworks, and forever dusk.
And yes, it's about food. . . hot dogs, ice cream, and corn. . . picnics and barbecues, blueberries, and tea (iced tea, that is).
As a child, no one had to tell you how to prepare for swimsuit season. The same holds true now. Getting "bikini-ready" is as simple as: 1) taking off your clothes and 2) putting on your bikini.
So, join me these next few months in bringing summer back. Let's keep in mind the wonderful culture of summer, where the size or shape of your belly, upper arms, thighs, hips, and butts have nothing to do with barreling into the surf, hurling watermelon seeds, or catching fireflies in a jar.