Choosing You
I can’t take it anymore.
Wandering off, I disappear to the swimsuit section. Roaming through racks of clothes on a mindless expedition. I hold up a white two-piece swimsuit with red cherries all over it. The bottoms are a high cut thong, and the top ties between the breasts causing what’s sure to be an impressive amount of cleavage on anyone. Just looking at it, I already know I’d be too afraid to make the purchase. My swimsuits consist of one pieces, or tankinis that cover everything.
“That's cute,” Sabrina says, motioning to the swimsuit I’ve got my hand on. I’ve somehow pulled my size, in a state of wishful thinking.