
Picture this: I’m standing in an infinity pool with my back turned away from a sunset over the Singapore city skyline.
I’m waist-deep in the water: deep enough to look like I’m swimming but not enough to get my freshly-washed hair wet.
After spending roughly 15 minutes scooping my boobs up so they sit nicely in my black one-piece and holding my hands in just the right spot to cover up the bit of my stomach that isn’t flat for a passable photo, I dunk my head under the water and swim to the edge of the pool. Now, I can actually enjoy the view.
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Later that night, I lay on the bed in my hotel room, sifting through 58 photos of myself in the pool.
Me close up. Me farther away. Me laughing with an imaginary person in the distance. Me in portrait mode. Me looking down, pushing my hair back behind my ear and smiling like I’ve got a secret.