I once had the perfect white swimsuit. Not just any swimsuit — it was a real gem. Stylish, expensive, with a flattering cut that hugged my waist just right. I treasured it like a secret weapon, imagining how confident I’d feel wearing it on vacation.

The first day at the beach was dreamy. Sun shining, waves rolling, a light breeze—everything perfect. I stepped into the water, feeling great. But as soon as I stepped out, reality hit hard. The wet fabric became almost see-through, like it decided to reveal all my secrets. Men couldn’t stop staring, and women threw sideways glances. Suddenly, that white swimsuit wasn’t so perfect anymore.

At that moment, I wished for three things: a giant beach cover-up to hide under, a teleportation device to escape unnoticed, and the ability to just ignore those looks. None of those wishes came true.

Now, black swimsuits are my go-to. They feel safer, mysterious, and don’t spill my secrets. Plus, I remind myself: white? That’s only for weddings. That’s my little beach secret.