Well it’s Friday afternoon and I have a serious case of the mid-afternoon slump. Time is literally standing still…
So, many people (ha ha MANY people) okay, more like one person, asked me why I chose to name this little baby, ‘The Gold Bikini’. Well, if you look at earlier posts you will see that when I started this blog my heart had just been thoroughly smashed by the Politician. SMASHED. Not only had he cheated on me with his ex, but also with a beauty queen.
In the past whenever someone mentioned a gold bikini, you know as one frequently does in conversation, I would think of two things.
The first being a story that my mom once told me. When she was in matric she dated this guy a little older than her. She really liked him and, I must say, I’ve seen some photos and he was quite the hottie. Anyway, one day her best friend called to tell her that she had seen said guy with another girl on the beach…But that’s not all…the bitch, slut, whore (my mother’s words not mine) was wearing a gold bikini. When she heard about the bikini my mom said she knew that she just couldn’t compete. And I guess that’s how I felt when I saw the beauty queen…GAME OVER.
The second thing that springs to mind is Carrie Fisher, dressed as Princess Leia, in her gold bikini. I loved Carrie Fisher. She was a champion for mental health and addiction. And she did so without shame. She was fearless when telling her story, something I long to be. And, she wore that gold bikini with pride! She also famously said, ‘Take your broken heart and turn it into art’ and that’s the crux, that is what I hope to do with The Gold Bikini…
My mom’s story has an interesting ending however. Forty years later, the hottie hunted her down and apologized profusely for what he had done. Perhaps my mom was right, perhaps she just couldn’t compete. Not because she wore a conservative full-piece with water-wings (seriously she can’t actually swim), but because there was no competition after all.
Have a wonderful weekend!!