I just ran your stats through the BMI calculator, and you have a BMI of 24.7, which is just inside the normal range. At 3" shorter and 7lb lighter than you, I have a BMI of 25.9. I'm bosomy, though, so I'm probably of similar proportions to you in general, and yes, I am built with a petite frame as well. I'd say that this is the size at which you feel heavier than the particularly slim women out there, and the size at which a nagging mother will make you feel lousy (NB: that sort of mother will make you feel bad even when you're really thin. I went down to a BMI of 17 through illness once, and my mother never even noticed and still made the odd unflattering remark), and not being able to get into your former clothes is miserable, but on the grand scale of things, we're both only borderline overweight. Definitely not enough for it to be noticeable in a swimming pool, even if I do try to imagine the world through the eyes of someone with reasonably good vision. (I'm about -7 if you add the astigmatism to the myopia, and stopped calling myself "blind as a bat" when I met my partner, who is about -19. If I want to be evil, I move his glasses about a foot away from where he puts them overnight, and he will pat the bedside table for a moment and then realise he's stuck. Hah.)
I was a completely hopeless swimmer in school, by the way. I signed up for the lifesaving class when I was 16, and it was a total disaster. To start with, I never really learnt how to swim properly, and being small and not particularly strong, was making a complete hash of it. I had trouble lugging people about. I couldn't see the girl at the other end of the pool whom I was meant to be rescuing, and my eyes stung like mad from the chlorine. I felt intensely uncomfortable putting my arm across other girls' chests as I was in the throes of coming to terms with my sexual orientation (you can spot us, we're the ones who never wander around holding hands with our female friends). I kept on getting ear infections from swimming, and ended up with earplugs which meant that now I couldn't see *or* hear clearly. I bravely kept on for a while, then gave up, quit the class, and joined the group of people doing lengths in a cordoned-off lane. Honestly, I absolutely hated swimming. One thing I know for sure, though, is that with all of this going on, I never even thought about what everyone else looked like in their swimsuit!
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