Dear Amy Schumer, here’s another reason you F’ing rock

Dear Amy Schumer,

So last week we went on vacation. Nothing fancy. Just a place that’s driving distance so I can over-pack twice as much crap as we need into my disgusting minivan, and avoid the TSA lines because TSA lines with kids is basically like traveling to hell to get an enema with tobasco sauce.

Anyways, here’s the thing. We were on this beach and all of these svelte moms were walking around in their teeny bikinis and looking all hot-to-trot and at first I was totally embarrassed and kept my cover-up on. Then all of the sudden as I’m standing there dreading taking off my cover-up (FYI, this happened BEFORE I had a piña colada so it was not the alcohol speaking), I had this random epiphany.

WWASD?

In case you don’t know, that stands for What Would Amy Schumer Do? Every week I open up People Magazine and there you are prancing around in your bathing suit and do you know what goes through my head? Holy crap, you look awesome. You’ve always got a glowing smile on your face with self-confidence up the wazoo. And every time I see those pictures, I think, “I want to be like that.”

I want to be able to wear a bathing suit and not give a shit whether people are judging me or looking at me or taking pictures of me or comparing me to how other people look. I don’t want to focus on my body. I want to focus on the shit that really matters. Like having fun.

So you know what I did after I thought WWASD? I took off my cover-up and I walked around in just my bathing suit all day long. I threw the football around in the shallow water. I didn’t cover up to walk to the bar or the bathroom. I didn’t wear shorts to go paddle-boarding. I even handed my phone to my friend when I jumped off a boat into the water and said, “Here, take a picture of me flying through the air with all of my skin hanging out.” Not in so many words, of course. 

And I never stopped smiling to think, “How do I look?”

All because of you.

So thank you for teaching me what to give a crap about and what NOT to give a crap about. This is my body and if there’s a smile on it, it’s all good.

CRAPLOADS of love,

A random woman who thinks you’re awesome

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