My poor daughter is quite upset. We have just got back from shopping for togs for our trip next week, and she couldn’t find a bikini that looked good on her. Sadly she hasn’t yet figured out that togs, more so than any other garment, aren’t actually meant to flatter anyone. Rather, it’s an aspirational thing. You put them on, squint at yourself in the glaring blue tinged changing room light that makes you look ill, turning this way and that, in the hopes of finding an angle that looks good (presumably with the idea that if you find one, you’ll spend the whole day at the beach twisted into that particular posture) and then finally decide that the togs could look quite nice on a body that’s not quite the one you’ve got. I’m not sure I understand the business model of the manufacturers here, but I suppose it pays off somehow. We did both end up buying a couple of things, perhaps in the hope that one day we will be taller/blonder/tanner/bigger here/smaller there. As I say: aspirational. And there are always two other daughters waiting in the wings if it doesn’t work out.
