Summer is in the wings. Winter is exiting stage left. In a few weeks the curtain opens to one thing. The Beach! Time to panic.
There’s nothing quite like that patch of sand to bring out our most fundamental fears. Be it Jaws behind the breakers, finding a parking spot, or doing the pink prawn sun bake, our mind occupies itself with endless possibilities for disaster. And then there’s the particular beach creature that strikes fear into the heart of every sun-seeking soul. The Beach Babe! Known to devour mere mortals with a flick of the head, a prancing step, an arching of the back.
Be it Bo Derek, or Pamela Anderson, we all carry in our minds the perfect beach body. That hourglass, bikini-clad, bronzed body jogging along the foam edge, has us twirling in the mirror and two stepping with the scale in a frenzy. In our obsession to fit the fantasy, we devour the 30 day diets, burn out the step machines, slow roast on tanning racks and then buy bikinis a size too small and pray for rain!
Consider the facts. If you’re an average working person enduring Port Elizabeth’s December weather, you may be lucky to get to the beach five days during the entire summer holiday. How much of that is actually spent exposing your body? A stranger may take specific notice of your body – amongst all the other jaw dropping options – for some 30 seconds? Thirty seconds has
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