I Bought a Swimsuit – What Does This Mean?

I was lucky enough to go to a school that had a swimming pool in its backyard. It was cold and sort of mouldy, but it was good fun even though I was bottom of the class still attempting to swim widths while everyone else was lapping lengths. Up until recently, this was the last time that I wore a swimsuit. It was navy and orange and had a Blue Peter badge of some kind stitched on it. Chic.

Then a few months ago, Mark persuaded me to give swimming a go down our local leisure centre. You may remember that episode from this terrifying picture. With only bandeau bikinis in my possession that would most definitely not hold up against a few lengths of breaststroke, I headed to Speedo to kit up with an appropriate costume. The purchase was so out of character  that my bank froze my card until I could confirm that it was in fact me attempting to buy this not-so-flattering, high-leg, high-front navy blue number.

My leisure centre adventures didn’t last that long. Still cold, no mould this time though but I couldn’t deal with the hair wash upkeep, so I thought my swimming costume days were over until I saw this beaut during a procrastination scroll of Topshop. Colourful? Check. Flattering? According to the reviews. Frills round the chest to give the illusion of boobs? Check. Home it came and I have to say I think I may be a swimsuit convert. It just fits so nicely, isn’t too covering so I don’t feel like a frump but will hopefully disguise my torso spread caused by copious amount of bread, pasta, pizza and umpteen puddings. Is one-piece loving a right of passage into your mid-twenties? Because if so, I’ve just passed through.