So, I live in Orlando, Florida
where the beaches are pretty crowded with all types of people.
It was just another day,
I was there swimming and playing in the water
with my mom sitting on the beach not too far away from me when...
and,
I will never
ever ever forget this experience,
I lost the bottom of my bikini! (?)
APPARENTLY,
what had happened was,
while I was swimming up and down to the coast and out,
I would jump up whenever I got close to the waves
crashing on the shore,
and land back in the sand just as the waves broke.
It's fun, alright?
I got into this rhythm,
doing this a few times close to shore,
then gradually swimming out to where there would be a current
so it could take me out a little further when,
ALL OF A SUDDEN,
this huge wave
crept up from behind me,
and smashed me with the force of a freight train!!
I basically
face planted into the water
and before I knew it,
I was tumbling as if I was in a washing machine!
It basically took me to shore where I gasped for air;
my hair, full of sand;
my nose, filled with salty water;
and my butt,...
NAKED!?!
My bikini bottom had slipped off!
Sure, I chose a larger bikini size because it was cuter,
but to my defense,
this was back when I was pretty young.
I was a skinny little child
going through that age where nothing fits properly,
so by picking a larger,
more *stylish* size
it would've fit eventually!
I didn't even notice this right away
because there were a few people next to me who got washed to shore as well,
laughing and clearing their eyes.
I only noticed when I walked out of the water
and the bottom of my bikini
was gone.
And mind you,
this was a public beach
so there were quite a bit of people around.
Instantly,
it was an "Oh dang" moment.
So I did the first and only thing that came to my mind,
I turned around
and ran straight back into that water
hoping no one saw.
I ended up standing there for
way too long
as more waves bashed me from behind trying to push me to shore.
I looked out and saw my mom sitting on her towel and I called out to her.
She can't hear me.
And again.
Nothing,
it's too noisy here.
And again.
These seagulls won't shut up.
And again, and again and again,
until she finally noticed me out there,
flailing my arms!
But she shrugged me off because she was "tanning".
Are you serious?
Lucky for me,
while all of this was going on,
a few surfer dudes came by to check on me,
probably because I was screaming like a mad woman.
I told the surfer guys what had happened
and finally,
that was when my mom realized
something was up
and asked what was wrong.
So I told her my little mishap,
that my bikini bottom slipped off,
only
SHE WAS STILL 100 FEET AWAY.
So I had to explain all this in a weird charades way.
God, I was so embarrassed.
She eventually understood what was going on,
and ran over with my shorts
where I quickly put them on and went straight home.
I was so mad.
The next day we went back to the beach
and I bought a new bikini that actually fit me
and was a one-piece.
It was like I had something to prove to the sea.
I didn't even care if it was cute or not as long as it fits me
and it wasn't going to slip off,
I was happy.
So, the lesson of my story is,
kids,
find a bikini that fits.
Even if it's not cute,
it's better than being nude at a public beach.
That was an experience I will never forget.