I was unsure about packing the crop top. The #doubtseverything voice in my head tried to convince me that Maine wouldn’t be warm enough for it anyway, but at the last minute I opened my suitcase back up and threw it in there. It’s not like it really took up space.
Yesterday morning it was decided that we were going on a two mile “hike”/nature walk around the island, with some exploring of abandoned old army forts and the like. It was only in the mid-70s, but I decided that if there were going to be an appropriate time for the crop top, this was the time. I felt a little self-conscious when I came downstairs, but then She Who Shall Not be Linked to said “cute shirt” and I felt like it was okay. I allowed multiple photographs of myself to be taken while adventuring wearing the crop top and everything.
As I often spend time with the people I am on this island with shirtless (and occasionally butt-ass nekked), I should have known that breaking out the first crop top with them would be a non-issue. Sometimes it’s great to be around people you forget to be self-conscious about your body with.
On that note, more revealing one shall be broken out with [Booskie] in Virginia Beach next weekend. I am loving the vacation I’m currently on, but suuuuuper looking forward to going away with him for the first time.