happy happy joy joy
i’m doing a little happy dance because i finally managed to buy myself a new swimsuit and won’t have to swim dragging this old oversized thing around any more that by now reminds me more of something you’d see at a wet t-shirt contest.
i have been putting it off for weeks now although this purchase was long overdue. i just hatehatehate trying on swimsuits in cramped changing cubicles with that merciless light picking out every little roll of fat, that’s why. it was outrageously expensive for such a simple item, but at least i know speedo swimsuits last almost a lifetime.
here’s my sexy little speedo swimsuit:
please keep in mind that i weigh about 40 pounds more than this model, but i still think it looks good on me. it’s a tight fit but i managed to wriggle into a size 16 so i don’t have to buy a new one in another three months.
it’s going to get baptized in chlorine water tomorrow. should i give it a name?
Well it’s clearly sensual and gorgeous. But you can’t call it SAG. Or GAS. You could just call it the Gustav Klimt swimsuit. Gustav, for short.