GPOYW: The “I Accomplished a lot This Summer” Edition.
It sounds wry — but it’s not. You don’t imagine that bravery and comfort can coexist, but they do. And I have the tan parfait of both, marching in retreat across my rearview.
I started the season in a 20,000 Leagues one piece. Yesterday I went to the beach in two pieces held together by fishing line. And was blithely, perfectly fine.
This country is good for you. It’s not the wine or the olive oil or the tomatoes — let science work on those gems. It’s the ease with which everyone just IS. Girls don’t wear swimsuit tops until they’re old enough to need them, and women don’t wear them if they don’t feel like it. People wear bikinis and Speedos regardless of how much or how little they look like the model on the tag. And nobody cares. Nobody pays the slightest bit of attention. If you’ve spent time worried or insecure about you look in any census of pieces, let me prescribe this: one summer in Italy. You’ll be cured. I promise.
Because after all, it turns out the sun hits every body the exact same way.