The Postpartum Swimsuit

I am officially 8 weeks postpartum, and have been swimming a total of two times. Each time I've gone, I begrudgingly put on a swimsuit and took my girls to the pool. I tell myself that people won't judge me as harshly because I've got a tiny baby with me. "She just had a baby", they'll think to themselves as they look at a woman whose body has gone all 'fun-house-mirror' on her. They're at least a little sympathetic as they see me struggling to corral each little piece of flab that escapes the death grip of my spandex suit. This is what I've told myself each time I've been to the pool. No matter how many times I tell myself this, I can't help but feel self conscious about my post-partum figure. (Especially the pornesque breast popping out in all directions, thanks to breastfeeding). So, I guess it's only natural for people to talk when they see me, thinking I can't hear them. "Maybe she's just fat" or "She's probably too lazy to work out", or (and leave it to a country club crowed to say this one) "I wonder if her husband will pay for her to get liposuction." Ha! Thanks to these comments made within earshot, that swimsuit that was so hard to purchase, is going to be even more difficult to put on.