I'm a Woman, see me Bounce
It's summer time. Somehow, these words just don't seem right, not here where it is sunny all year round with humidity that can kill dragonflies. But I would like to think that it is a special period of the year which give me a reason to buy a bikini. It is crazy how something that unimaginatively cutting back on material is so bloody expensive. The last time I wore a bikini was before I became a vampire, you know, when I was still basking in the sunshine of youth and not to mention much slimmer. After which I developed some sort of pyschological allergy to the sun and swore off any activities that required me to be under the sun. I would like to think that there is little or not correlation between no sun and gaining weight.
After toying with the idea of getting a 2 piece swim wear for a couple of months, I walked into the store bravely, threw my reservations ( unfortunately not my wobbly bits) out of the windows. And subjected myself to enough humiliation. First, I had to announce my cup size to total strangers and then tell them what I was looking for. I want to look like Victoria's Secret's models, yes that's what. But frankly, the lady was really helpful in picking the right cut for me. And not to mention that she was physically help me to wear them. Ok, here, push your breasts inwards,there, struck your ass out, stand straight. Yah, I had never been molested this much by a stranger before.
Seriously, that's the kind of job you want right? Imagining your customers in skimpy swimwear, picking out those that you want to see them in, then helping them change. Aww, that's one hell of a job. Thankfully I liked what I saw in the mirror, though I have no idea what I am supposed to do with the bikini. Given my shyness, I probably won't be parading in them, nor would I be out in the sun. And they are not constructed for swimming. My ideal bikini wearing scenario will be set in the evening where I'm wrapped in a salong with a flower in my hair. Doing what? I don't know, but at least I get to wear them right.
I need to diet.
After toying with the idea of getting a 2 piece swim wear for a couple of months, I walked into the store bravely, threw my reservations ( unfortunately not my wobbly bits) out of the windows. And subjected myself to enough humiliation. First, I had to announce my cup size to total strangers and then tell them what I was looking for. I want to look like Victoria's Secret's models, yes that's what. But frankly, the lady was really helpful in picking the right cut for me. And not to mention that she was physically help me to wear them. Ok, here, push your breasts inwards,there, struck your ass out, stand straight. Yah, I had never been molested this much by a stranger before.
Seriously, that's the kind of job you want right? Imagining your customers in skimpy swimwear, picking out those that you want to see them in, then helping them change. Aww, that's one hell of a job. Thankfully I liked what I saw in the mirror, though I have no idea what I am supposed to do with the bikini. Given my shyness, I probably won't be parading in them, nor would I be out in the sun. And they are not constructed for swimming. My ideal bikini wearing scenario will be set in the evening where I'm wrapped in a salong with a flower in my hair. Doing what? I don't know, but at least I get to wear them right.
I need to diet.
2 Comments:
Willing to offer a second opinion. 0.0
And where can I apply for this job?
I think basically you only need to look good in one.
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