Lifestyle | Beauty There has been a necessary rebellion against the notion of a ‘beach body’ achieved via a series of torturous treatments or by following dictums such as “no carbs before Marbs”. Those railing against it correctly point out that putting one’s body on the beach immediately qualifies it as ready for that activity, that it is hateful that (especially women) feel pressure to go through any kind of rigmarole as if the beach is some sort of pageant. It isn’t, and we don’t need to slavishly slather our bodies with this or that to be worthy of populating a beach.
Though, if I’m honest, I still find stripping off in bright sunlight, in front of strangers incredibly daunting. Or at least that’s how I felt right before going on a beach jaunt a couple of weeks ago. I remained sane, calm.
There was no mad carb-dodging, no forfeiting of my beloved chocolate, no critical eye deciding any part of me was a let down (this is massive progress for anyone who grew up during the circle of shame era). I did, however, decide that I would turn myself over to some of London’s best groomers to polish me up — just a little. While I’d never suggest you follow suit because you must absolutely do you, here’s what I did to feel my best on the beach.
.. I try to time my highlights for when I return rather than before a holiday because I find being in the sun and swimming in salt water alters the colour.
Instead, I have a treatment beforehand to keep my hair glossy an.