Bikini or swimsuit?
I slipped home empty handed.
I was standing on the escalator in a nice department store when an insidious lightning struck me. It was the glaring, devastating and extremely painful realization: Now you have to buy a bathing suit! Even before entering the fashion temple I had bubbling blue in mind, lying under trees or on sand and the whole of course in a bikini. That's why I came here for my annual new water twinset. And suddenly this dream abruptly vanished: I guessed it would not fit anymore, it would nip at the sides. I slipped home empty handed.
Bikini or swimsuit: Can I even dare to go to the outdoor pool?
I knew those soft spots over the female hip bones, which the British so lovingly call Lovehandles, would inevitably spill over the edge of my new bikini pants this year. I could not fight back, the unfavorable Polaroid was in my head. Like all surviving lightning victims, not only did I get away with it but also suffered from massive fears. Can I even dare to go to the outdoor pool? Will it feel like a single gauntlet? However, if you are staring at me with a bayonet look, then I am all alone: Check for tightness or curvature, pinch my stomach and pull on the fat. Why am I suddenly so merciless against me? Okay, presumably my waist circumference increased an estimated centimeter last year. But why does the perceived ten come close? It is this inescapable panic to spin into a phase of female volubility. Forty years ago, it was normal to approach a comfortable pot shape during this period of life.
These are the images of the immeasurably stretched hourglass figure of very young poster girls flirting with our aging ego. With that damn young, that eternal beauty that haunts us from every corner of modern life. The Viennese evolutionary biologist Karl Grammer found out that men have long since been blinded by the art forms of popular models, so that they lose sight of normal, fitting women. "They'd better go to the pool on Sundays to fix what the market is really giving."
Bikini or swimsuit: I have to relax
Sounds good. So I could get pretty relaxed there. Anyway, I'm not in the market anymore. And bikini does not only mean that you can proliferate frivolously with pounds, but also to suck light into your belly button. It is the direct contact of the sun braid with its mother star. When bathing in heat and air, I do not always want to think about belly fat and lame skin. Instead, I wish the melancholy audacity of a Marylin Monroe, who could show so charmingly charming her lushness.
When I asked a friend the question of meaning "bikini or swimsuit", she screamed in horror: "I will not take my bikini!" But she had already made sense, just secretly prized women, on the beach of a Caribbean island. Her conclusion: "It just wobbles at a certain age. But wobbling is also in the swimsuit. On the arms, for example, and on the thighs. A bit of belly, which also resonates with, makes the picture but actually only consistent. I ran into the city and stubbornly grabbed a duo. I let the many beautiful bathing suits hang first. At least for this season.
