WARNING: A photograph that may be offensive to some people appears at the end of the story.
After years of blogging about cancer, the latest update being My Fifth Cancerversary, I suddenly felt extra-energized. I decided to post weekly again, except this time I’ll include topics on “LIVING LIFE”, true to my mantra, which is a line from my favorite song. It goes, “…Before my number’s up, I’m gonna fill my cup, I’m gonna live, live, live until I die…” Yes! I’m talking about a life without hang-ups and apologies, the go-for-it kind of life.
You know you’re alive when long-held thoughts still occupy your head. In my case it is about the string bikini. I decided to transform the thought into action and go for it!
Here’s the back story.
As soon as the original song Itsy Bitsy Teenie Winnie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini came out in 1960, I rushed to a seamstress and ordered a bikini swimsuit custom-made for me based on my own design. I was a sophomore civil engineering student then – a young starry-eyed chick pioneering in the male-dominated profession, hell-bent to break with the status quo.
My first bikini swimsuit was more like a two-piece bathing suit, the bottom piece similar to today’s hipster. It was very tame, but at that time it belonged in the bold category. I remember wearing it, strutting my 34″-22″-34″ figure, and sashaying to the YMCA swimming pool when the guard shouted at me, Miss, we only allow one-piece bathing suits here! My swift response surprised even me. I asked, Which piece do you want me to leave on? Laughter exploded.
I bought a succession of many swimsuits over the years, most of them bikinis. The top seam of the bottom piece kept going father down from the bellybutton but never got as low as that of the string bikini. I kept wondering how I would feel in a string bikini. It’s strange what sense of security one-inch wide fabric had given me.
Fast forward to the present.
One day, a youngish Anglo man who goes to the same resort swimming pool that I wade in frequently, happily told me: I bought a couple of bikini swimsuits for you to take home and try on.
What? Who is this dude? I knew he had been eyeballing me. In greater Los Angeles area, because of Hollywood, talent scouts abound, some of them up to no good. But this man was not the talent scout who, in my fantasy, would propel me to stardom. In addition to his professional achievements that make his resume glow, he is a loving dad who can buy at wholesale cost several bikini swimsuits at a time for his 18-year-old daughter. By his estimate, she and I wear the same size.
The man’s generous offer, which I took as a compliment, sent me. My loss for words made me confess to him: I don’t know what to say! He suggested a solution to my problem: Say THANK YOU. Oh yeah! What was I thinking? THANK YOU, I said and followed it with a flattening blast of a laugh.
I tried the two black string bikinis at home, one at a time. It works better that way. One style was labeled “cheeky,” which is self-explanatory. I settled for the non-cheeky style. Thus my first string bikini swimsuit and I connected. Thanks to an opportunity that fell on my lap.
During that dry-run moment, I so belonged in the black string bikini. I felt awesome, comfortable and liberated. I was even motivated to vacuum the carpet while prancing on tiptoes.
How I’d feel in a string bikini is no longer a mystery. It is so here and now.
Let me know what you think.