#bathing

I am not the sort of woman who would wear high heels with a bathing suit. Let's get that straight right now. ↗

— Vera Wang

#bathing #bathing suit #get #heels #high

My Dad was so open creatively that I was off in search of black turtleneck bathing suits with long sleeves. ↗

— Moon Unit Zappa

#black #creatively #dad #i #long

Be able to go shopping for a bathing suit and not become depressed afterward. ↗

— Marilyn vos Savant

#bathing #bathing suit #become #depressed #go

The specific story line that people have responded to the most has been the horror of bathing suit shopping. ↗

— Cathy Guisewite

#bathing suit #been #horror #line #most

I don't know any woman who doesn't have an anxiety attack about wearing a bathing suit. ↗

— Vanessa Marcil

#anxiety #any #attack #bathing #bathing suit

Well in two months, it'd be sunbathing time. That made me smile. I enjoyed lying in the sun in a little bikini, timing myself carefully so I didn't burn. I loved the smell of coconut oil. And I don't want to hear any lectures about how bad tanning is for you. That's my vice. Everybody gets one. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#coconut-oil #lectures #sookie-stackhouse #sunbathing #tanning

The bathing suits they had me wear on Baywatch were all one-pieces, which kill my figure. ↗

— Nicole Eggert

#baywatch #figure #had #kill #me

If you think about it now, it's kind of ridiculous. All these hot girls on Baywatch in tiny little red bathing suits running around saving lives. ↗

— Carmen Electra

#around #bathing #baywatch #hot #kind

I was the only swimmer in movies. Tarzan was long gone, and he couldn't have done them anyway; he could never have gotten into my bathing suit. ↗

— Esther Williams

#bathing #bathing suit #could #done #gone

I spent an hour yesterday watching the ladies bathe. What a sight! What a hideous sight! The two sexes used to bathe together here. But now they are kept separate by means of signposts, preventive nets, and a uniformed inspector – nothing more depressingly grotesque can be imagined. However, yesterday, from the place where I was standing in the sun, with my spectacles on my nose, I could contemplate the bathing beauties at my leisure. The human race must indeed have become absolutely moronic to have lost its sense of elegance to this degree. Nothing is more pitiful than these bags in which women encase their bodies, and these oilcloth caps! What faces! What figures! And what feet! Red, scrawny, covered with corns and bunions, deformed by shoes, long as shuttles or wide as washerwomen’s paddles. And in the midst of everything, scrofulous brats screaming and crying. Further off, grandmas knitting and respectable old gentlemen with gold-rimmed spectacles reading newspapers, looking up from time to time between lines to savor the vastness of the horizon with an air of approval. The whole thing made me long all afternoon to escape from Europe and go live in the Sandwich Islands or the forests of Brazil. There, at least, the beaches are not polluted by such ugly feet, by such foul-looking specimens of humanity. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#feet #respect