My Grandkids Tried to Stop Me From Wearing a Swimsuit—Then I Showed Them a Lesson They’ll Always Remember

even healing.

I was wrong.

The night before our first beach day, I laid my swimsuit on the bed. It was a navy bikini, high-waisted, nothing outrageous. Something I bought because, for once, I wanted to feel like myself again instead of someone who was just surviving.

That was when my granddaughter Ava saw it.

She paused in the doorway, looked at it, then continue reading …