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05-14-2001, 11:55 AM
Hey gals. I saw this today and just had to share it. The gal who sent it to me was on her way to buy a suit. Boy was she looking forward to it! :)
G I have just been through the annual pilgrimage of torture and
humiliation known as buying a bathing suit.
When I was a child in the 1950's, the bathing suit for a woman with
a mature figure was designed for a woman with a mature figure - boned,
trussed and reinforced, not so much sewn as engineered. They were built to
hold back and uplift and they did a good job.
Today's stretch fabrics are designed for the prepubescent girl with
a figure carved from a potato chip.
The mature woman has a choice. She can either front up at the
maternity department and try on a floral suit with a skirt, coming away
looking like a hippopotamus who escaped from Disney's Fantasia or she can wander
around every run-of-the-mill department store trying to make a sensible
choice from what amounts to a designer rang of fluorescent rubber bands.
What choice did I have? I wandered around, made my sensible choice
and entered the chamber of horrors known as the fitting room. The
first thing I noticed was the extraordinary tensile strength of the stretch
material. The Lycra used in bathing costumes was developed, I believe, by
NASA to launch small rockets from a slingshot, which give the added bonus
that if you manage to actually lever yourself into one, you are protected
from shark attacks. The reason for this is that any shark taking a swipe at
your passing midriff would immediately suffer whiplash.
I fought my way into the bathing suit, but as I twanged the
shoulder strap in place, I gasped in horror. My bosom had disappeared!
Eventually, I found one bosom cowering under my left armpit. It took a while to
find the other. At last I located it flattened beside my seventh rib. The
problem is that modern bathing suits have no bra cups. The mature woman is
meant to wear her bosom spread across her chest like a speed hump. I
realigned my speed hump and lurched toward the mirror to take a full view
The bathing suit fit all right, but unfortunately, it only fit
those bits of me willing to stay inside it. The rest of me oozed out
rebelliously from top, bottom, and sides. I looked like a lump of playdough wearing
undersized cling wrap. As I tried to work out where all those extra bits had come from,
the prepubescent sales girl popped her head through the curtains, "Oh, there you are!"
she said, admiring the bathing suit...
I replied that I wasn't so sure and asked what else she had to show
me. I tried on a cream crinkled one that made me look like a lump of masking
tape, and a floral two piece which gave the appearance of an oversized
napkin in a serviette ring. I struggled into a pair of leopard skin bathers
with ragged frill and came out looking like Tarzan's Jane pregnant with
triplets and having a rough day. I tried on a black number with a midriff
and looked like a jellyfish in mourning. I tried on a bright pink pair with
such a high cut leg I thought I would have to wax my eyebrows to wear them.
Finally, I found a suit that fit....a two piece affair with shorts style bottom
and a loose blouse-type top. It was cheap, comfortable, and bulge friendly, so
I bought it. When I got home, I read the label which said, "Material may become transparent in water."
I'm determined to wear it anyway... I'll just have to learn to do the breaststroke in the sand.

05-14-2001, 07:16 PM

I laughed so hard reading this!! :lol: What's so sad is.....IT'S THE TRUTH!!!! I dread those days when I'm trying to find a new swim suit!!

Thanks for sharing...And for the laugh!!:)

Sherry (Sher-Bear):cool:

05-16-2001, 01:25 AM
Ginabob: I loved this story. It is so true. My husband wants me to get a new swimsuit for our vacation. He has a hard time understanding that the ones he sees and likes are not made for my size.

Thanks for the story. :)