bikini: Browse The Strips
Sunday, June 3, 1984
Friday, July 20, 1990
Wednesday, March 22, 1995
Sunday, March 5, 2006
Monday, January 10, 2011
Lynn's Comments: I have never worn a bikini. Even in my 20s I was far too self conscious. In the strip, however, I could wear what I liked. Elly's shape constantly fluctuated. Bulges grew, angles sharpened, postures slouched and straightened as the moods dictated.
On the beach, it did occur to me that folks didn't much care what they wore - getting as much sun as possible was more important than esthetics. Some of our fellow guests, bleached and bulbous, lay happily out in the open, oblivious to those who smiled at the sight of them. But what difference did it make? We'd never see each other again, so why not enjoy? Maybe I should have tried on a bikini after all!
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Friday July 19, 2019
Lynn's Comments: This was me. This was how I viewed myself on a beach, and this is how I entered the water: gingerly—when I felt invisible. Now that I’m 72 and have a figure that looks, well…72, I jump right in. Worrying about how you look isn’t as important as enjoying the moment. It took me far too long to figure this out.