When my mother was a young girl, she was sent to boarding school in Buenos Aires (Argentina.) It was a school run by nuns and they sent a long list of things she would need to bring. I am not sure what year this was, but I would say around 1952. The list had items such as 6 pairs of underwear, 5 pairs black tights, etc. One of the items was a bathing suit, so my mother and Grandmother packed my mother's one piece in to the luggage and thought nothing of it.
Upon arrival the boarding school was a tad more strict than she had imagined. There were no mirrors, it was sinful to admire oneself, she was instructed on the proper way to undress and dress. The lights were to be off when this was done and she was to either close her eyes or advert her gaze as not to see herself naked. The logic was , if you saw or self nude or admired yourself, well that could lead to touching yourself, etc. This is where the "bathing suit" comes in. When they requested a bathing suit, it wasn't to go to the pool or the beach, as my mother had imagined. No, their "bathing suit" was a body bag with holes for you arms and head. You put it on and then go it the shower. You would get soaking wet and then bring your arms in and lather up with soap under the sack. Then rinse off thought the sack! All this so you would not see your self naked. I mean really, at 13, did you think you had a banging body and want to be all looking at it?!
Boy how things have changed! The Joker (my youngest son) has a friend that got her navel pierced as her graduation gift from MIDDLE School...and the older hairy has a few girlfriends that got tattoos on their 18th b-day!
Speaking of bathing suits, remember how I said that I was going to wear my blue bikini, THIS ONE, no matter what, even though I have gained 10 pounds, well I LIED.
Tomorrow I have a pool party, with some young hot bitches and this is what I have decided to wear.