See, I told you I can’t stay away! Getting ready to head out into another day in Hawaii but I wanted to take a moment to talk about body image. After a decade living in Sin City, I have to say that all the T&A and trophy wives have taken their toll on my neurotic body image center of the brain. And considering I’m a pasty-white, round Polish gal with asthma, I admit that I was worried about how I’d feel about my body on the island.  I haven’t been in a swimming suit since, well, years. There are some beauties here, for sure. But what has been very liberating to see is that for the most part, Hawaiians (and I use that term to loosely mean people who live in Hawaii, not natives specifically) don’t seem to give a shit about what you look like. (On the beach and in the tourist areas at least.) Maybe body image stuff plays out differently here and I don’t know the cues. But for this pasty white chic on vacation, it’s a welcome vacation in the neurotic body image center in my mind. Muhalo! Mahalo!