When I was growing up I had a best friend named Melissa. We were thick as freeking thieves from about 4th grade until we started Uni. In uni and over time and distance we grew apart but through the miracles of Facebook Mel and I are back in each others lives albeit virtually. I just have finished wiping my eyes from a big bawl fest from this beautiful email she wrote me after reading this blog:
I remember a goddess in high school. She was tall and muscular and could spike a volleyball like nobody’s business. I remember when she tried on this kick-ass white bikini in the dressing room for the first time. I was in said dressing room. She put on the sports-bra-like top and hip hugging bottoms and looked in the mirror. After seeing herself, she looked at me. I will never forget that look. She realized how beautiful she was and this silly bathing suit finally brought that out. Her eyes were wide, her mouth was slightly ajar, and all I could do was smile. The inner goddess made her appearance that day.
We went to Jacksonville and realized that the beautiful white bikini was as transparent as saran wrap in the water, but its magic did not leave. In fact, it may have been the inspiration for topless sunbathing on an inflatable alligator.
When I think of you, I see you in your white bikini. You are forever that gorgeous goddess in my mind.
Love, Melissa
Crap I am crying again.
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