I was at the beach and had a realization that women in bikinis don’t faze me anymore. No telling them in my mind, ‘just you wait, you’ll get yours’. I don’t seem to be jealous at all.
Now, I’m not talking about the hollywood types or the images that common media portrays. I am talking about regular women with regular bodies.
Maybe it’s my age. Maybe it’s just resignation of this sarcoid/prednisone body. Now my mind says, ‘you go girl, rock that suit’.
I am still a bit of a prude when it comes to the teeny bikinis. They seem almost vulgar to me. I mean, men don’t regularly expose their buttcracks or buttcrevices so why do women force that sight on me. I know, I know, “look away”, you say. Well, it’s like watching someone arguing or a cute monkey at the zoo or those crazy cat videos on youtube. It borders on mesmerizing.
I appreciate more those women who dare to wear a well adjusted and size appropriate bikini or one piece. Maybe one day, I will be there again. Until then, I found that I am no longer grinding my teeth and cursing the fates every time a sun-loving gal walks by.