The first association that comes to mind when I hear the word bikini is Ursula Andress's white bikini or Dr. Well, Brazilian beaches and coconut balls.
Because I'm not old enough for neck-length swimsuits, but I am typical woman, which sometimes likes to complicate things, so in a positive sense I don't get bored, but in a negative sense I have a lot of problems choosing the right bikinis one way or another. Let me add that I don't complain at all when I have to squeeze into the smaller one, which is very far from the bigger one, but yes, I still have the alternative of throwing a towel over myself, the big one that borders on too much, and sometimes I think it's pretty funny to myself when I imagine myself in a crazy good bathing suit while I struggle to keep a big washcloth (that big piece of cloth meant for wiping the body) wrapped up to my shoulders that's about to slip as I pay for the ice cream. And yes, I am already one of those who now and then nostalgically looks back to my twenties, when external beauty and internal self-confidence were at their peak, but nothing happens, the fact still remains for me, which fills me with measure of good will, so that I can console myself with that silly phrase that beauty comes from the heart, which is usually noticed by only a few who have time to stop near me. I'm not the man to enthusiastically discuss chiseled glamorous bodies that resemble bronze sculptures in high heels, but I can whisper to you what, in addition to sunglasses and a hat and the obligatory cream with a protective factor, representatives of the fairer sex can wear, or let's give you a visual hint with the main theme of our magazine, anyway, everything is allowed in the summer, striped, floral, colorful, asymmetrical, one-piece, flirty, provocative …
165 - City Magazine - 20 MAY to 3 JUNE 2013 by City Magazine
