As a kid, there were very few phrases more exciting than, "Make sure you pack your swim suit." I would squeal with delight with the thought of fun in the water. I love to swim. I love water sports. I love hanging out by the water. It's all good. Be it the pool, the beach or a hot tub I was game. I am still game. Water aside, as we grow older the swim gear seems to turns into more of an exercise in anxiety than joy.

In recent tabloids and blogs I am seeing a theme surfacing but not addressed head on. It seems to be on hot rotation, baiting relentlessly on headlines but no one is really sinking into the meat of it. With our societal obsession with the vanity of celebrities and their lives we have become not only enthusiastic about following their day to day, we are vocal. As we fill the comment forums we can’t seem to make up our minds about the standards of beauty.