Call me modest. Call me raised in a time when only the girls of questionable character bore their bare midriffs. Call me no fun. Call me a prude. I'm sorry, but I just can't walk around the womens' locker room naked.
I would first like to say to those of you who can and do, more power to you. Seriously. If you have no issue walking naked as the day you were born to and from your locker, then back to the mirror, then back to your locker only to sit your unclothed tush right next to my gym bag on the bench, then namasté my exposed gym friend!
But I can't bring myself to just let it all hang out. I think this has less to do with body image (okay, maybe I don't know if my 45-year-old, I've breast fed two babies, lost and gained weight numerous times boobies need to be flapping around in plain view), and more to do with modesty and personal comfort.
For the past four months, I've been trying to figure out an easier way to get ready in the gym post swim. It's always the same. I'm standing at the mirror, putting on some lotion or drying my hair and kablaam! My towel comes unwrapped and there I am, white, damp and naked as a Botticelli. It never fails. Lift your arm too high with the blow dryer, and fugeddaboutit. You. Are. Now. Naked.
I know I really shouldn't have these issues, but I know I'm not alone. Yes, I appreciate the comfort level some women have with their naked bodies. No, I do not feel compelled to join in. Let's just say there are places other than the gym where I am perfectly at home being naked. (Yes, Dan, I'm referring to our kitchen.)
That said, I found the greatest solution to my issue and all for the low, low price of $14.99.
Hello, modesty!
Oh, you wonderous velcro-sealed garment you! Not only can I easily manuever my way through the locker room without the fear of towel droppage, but I can do so with swagger and confidence. Yes! I can squat down to unlock my locker and remain perfectly G-rated from the back!
It even has a pocket to carry an extra items I might need in my post-workout freshening up.
I know what you're thinking. You could scrapbook in this sucker with a tool pocket like that!
I realize this post has little bearing on the lives of many, but you see I don't usually find cool stuff on the Internet to share with my readers. But this and the fact that it will permanently conceal my Casper-white tushka from the LA Fitness locker room ladies?
It doesn't get any cooler.
