Everyone, Meet Kaytlynn! Kaytlynn is my dad’s cousin’s son’s fiancé. I’m not exactly sure what that makes her to me, but regardless she is super funny, super cute, and super in-the-know of everything fashion. I asked Kaytlynn if she would write me a summer inspired fashion post and she wrote me not one, but three! I can’t wait to share them all with you. And you are going to want to read every word – not only does she know the scoop on the latest trends, but she is relatable, hilarious, and I’m sort of scared you might even like her better than me (Assuming you like me, that is. We are all friends here, right?)… Anywho – here goes!
I like to think I’m a pretty self-aware person – I can admit my strengths and weaknesses, I know my capabilities. I am well aware for instance that despite what my parents say about having the ability to be anything my heart desires, there is in fact no way I could have been a doctor (or a kindergarten teacher, or an astronaut, or an Olympian for that matter). I am amazed every time I spout six random symptoms to my doctor and he immediately replies with a diagnoses in the form of a foreign word that I couldn’t repeat correctly if the future of every pair of shoes in my closet depended on it. How does he know this? What is this wealth of Nancy Drew meets Dr. Drew knowledge that exists in my doctor’s head? How will I ever remember this “word” (read: diagnoses) that I am supposed to be able to tell my family and friends when they ask me what the doctor said? It’s just not in me, folks. I will never know how to spell “tyroiditis” without a dictionary and I’ll never remember the side effects of fundoplication (which despite starting with the word “fun” is actually an anti-reflux surgery. Who knew?) and I’m okay with that.
I digress. Point is I know my limits. Bangs will give me pimples on my forehead (been there done that) and capris cut above my ankle will eternally make me look like I have cankles (go figure, a clothing article that deliberately slices my already pint-sized limbs in two isn’t flattering). I’ve gone through life thus far equipped with this self-declared armor that says “I am honest with myself.” My therapist even declared me the most emotionally intelligent patient she’s ever had (spoiler alert: we’re taking that as a good thing). I’ve lived 25 years of life under the guise that I know myself inside and out and I accept my weaknesses for what they are. I lived in this fantasy land until last week, when in a moment of complete clarity, I caught a reflection of my backside in a Zara fitting room (and let me say, there is no more brutally honest light than that of a Zara fitting room).
I did a gasping double take and the unanswerable (you may be able to answer them, I just don’t want you to) questions began flowing. That’s what my butt looks like? That can’t be my butt? Let’s adjust this mirror here and take another look. Yup, same butt. This is far from the butt I remember seeing the last time I had a good look at it. How often exactly is it that we really get a good glimpse at our backside? When was the last time I donated a few minutes of public service to make sure my butt was in a “bathing suit presentable” state? Apparently this is what happens in life – you’re graduating high school one minute and before you know it you’re worried about covering greys and reestablishing a now not-so-firm glutinous maximus (and we thought I couldn’t speak doctor).
With a girls trip to Vegas just around the corner I have no other option to prevent utter shame and embarrassment than splurging on a few fashionable cover-ups. It’s truly the only way I’m going to muster up the confidence to go to these “pool club” things that are apparently all the rage in the city of sin.
So whether you’re more on the “chasing toddlers around the beach” scene, or you yourself are also attending a really obnoxious nightclub-style pool party in the near future, everyone has something they’d prefer to hide in order to gain a little more bikini-clad confidence (at least that’s what I tell myself so I don’t think I’m alone in this fight).
Here’s a roundup of my favorite cover-ups for the season:
This caftan is a little bit of a splurge but you can’t beat those colors and patterns on top of a fresh tan. This pick is almost deserving of more than a basic pool day – pack your bags for somewhere tropical and grab the first fruity drink you see.
These woven shorts are the perfect solution for my problem areas. At the end of the day I would like a little sun so it’s hard to justify completely covering up from the rays, but these guys are comfortable, practical and cover just enough to keep me feeling confident.
Lindsey already mentioned how popular rash guards are this year. If you’re on the other side of the spectrum from me and looking to hide some top areas instead of your bottom, this is definitely a solid solution that doesn’t skimp on style.
For under $40 this cover-up can be worn multiple ways (skirt, halter, strapless etc..), has some great reviews and comes in a range of colors perfect for summer. Plus the rayon and spandex mix makes this little number perfect for packing without the worry of wrinkles.