MYSWIMSUITDIDNOTHINGtoprotectmefromthefrigid
sprayofwatershootingoutofthetap.“That’sthecoldshower,but
if youwaita minute,it usuallywarmsup,”saida voicea fewfaucets
downfrommeinthecommunitypoolshowers.I turnedtosee
a woman,about75,latheringshampoointoherthinninggreyhair
andusingtheexcesssudsasbodywash,carefulnottowaste
a singlebubble.It tookmea secondtoregisterthatshehadpulled
herfloralone-piecedowntoherwaistwhileshewas talking.
Embarrassed,I turnedmyattentionbacktotheshower,listeningas
sheletmeinonthesecretforwheretosafelystoremytowelonthe
pooldeck.Avoidingeyecontact,I forcedmyselftostandunder
theslowlywarmingwaterjustlongenoughtogetthechlorine out
ofmyhairasI respondedtothetiledwallinfrontofme.
I had justfinishedmyfirstTuesdaymorning aquafitclass.
Ihadn’tknownwhattoexpectasI rodethebustothepool
earlierthatmorning— althoughit definitelywasn’ta heart-to-heart
withahalf-nakedseptuagenarian.AllI knewwasthatIwas
excitedtogo.I’dbeenwantingtotryaquafitsinceI waseight
and my grandma took us swimming at her local pool. I was
LIFE
WHAT THE ENTIRELY
UNSELFCONSCIOUS
OLDER LADIES IN
AQUAFIT CL ASS
TAUGHT ONE
WOMAN ABOUT
BODY ACCEPTANCE
BY JENNA HAZZARD
SWIMMING
LESSONS
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