What do people think about bikinis?
Honestly, I hate seeing overweight or not-so-fit people on the beach wearing a bikini. I might sound like an a$$hole but that’s my opinion.
I’m like, “You’re already ignoring the importance of your health why show it off to everyone else, and of all places you have chosen the beach?”
Now, on the other hand, we go to the beach to laugh, to enjoy, and to have some fun. If people wanna talk, f**k them! You’re happy with whatever you have (fit or fat), to hell with people! Including me!
But you know what pisses me off the most in your question?
Lots of people out there have some illness or take some kind of medication which makes them look fat, and they wish they had a normal body with no complications. Those people CAN wish. Because to them it might be just a wish, ’cause it’s either having a good body and maybe dying without medication or having to live with what they have.
But you have a healthy body, why don’t you workout? You wish you had an hourglass shape? You think a genie is gonna come out and grant you this one?
You say I wish, I hear, “I am too lazy to workout, so guys, is it possible to wear a bikini to the beach?”
You can have the most attractive body in the world and it’s not even that hard. Eat healthy, workout, and stop worrying about having an unattractive body.
The key to happiness is in your hands.
Do you want to?
Here’s the thing, no matter what you wear, someone’s going to find someone wrong with it. (Same with me, same with Scarlett Johansson, Nicki Minaj, and literally any other woman you can think of.)
You’re the one who decides what you wear and why you wear it. If you want to wear a bikini to the beach, then wear the bikini. If you don’t want to, then don’t. If you want to, but you don’t think your confidence is up to it, then wait.
That’s okay too.
The sight of the first woman in the minimal two-piece was as explosive as the detonation of the atomic bomb by the U.S. at Bikini Island in the Marshall Isles, hence the naming of the bikini.
In Blue Crush, we meet three Hawaiian surfers who work as hotel maids, live in a grotty rental, and are raising the kid sister of one of them. Despite this near-poverty, they look great; there is nothing like a tan and a bikini to overcome class distinctions.