Bikini / October 21, 2007 Melinda Jean

You never know. It's been said before, of course, about kisses, sex maybe even roller skating. Lasting in memory the bikini I wore and looked good...1981 I believe and a small miracle because my baby had been born a year earlier. I had a job where I could wear a bikini half the day. I was a nanny escorted by my daughter, everyday we'd show up at the professor's home and her husband, an eye surgeon. I cooked, cleaned and took care of all our children, they had a big yard which in the summer we spent much time in with projects, painting and water play all in my perfect bikini. Not to say I don't wear a bikini, I will, do, but it takes a certain forgiveness or allowance for what naturally occurs, like the bubbly yeasty content in bread before it rises, just hanging out in cotton ball softness. It helps to know that the soft fat of a women is given to her so she can easily assimilate food for her babies. It softens my heart. And there is a certain comfort expressed in a woman's body that fills in the curves with swishes and soulful sways. Yes the last time the bikini was perfect may have been 1981, but the way I fill in the denim of my jeans is a new one for the memory book.