When Did You Learn It’s Not Okay To Shine?

When I was 5 or 6 years old, I got this bathing suit. But this was not just any bathing suit, people. This was THE bathing suit.

The bathing suit to top all bathing suits, a thing of truly magical powers.

To be honest, it was probably from K-mart or something, and it probably cost all of $8 and change, but this suit was a miracle to me. Why? Because when I put it on, the hand crack of god whipped through the stratosphere and made me a bonafide STARRRR *queue rainbows and confetti and star-eyed-emojis to the moon*.

Okay, I’m definitely exaggerating, but this bathing suit just made me feel… special… good-about-me, amazing.

It had wide vertical rainbow stripes with a little dark navy blue ruffle skirt. It was probably the first time those little mini-ruffle skirts came out on girls bathing suits, so it was obviously the next best thing to being a prima ballerina.

We had gone on a camping trip with family friends, and my plan was to LIVE in this suit every day. By the end, they would not be able to peel it off my body if they tried, because I would have merged with the suit and become the fantastical person I always knew I was meant to be! (LOL, again, I *MIGHT* be exaggerating a little)