Getting Used To It

2024-07-12 “Getting Used To It” by Emma

Me, Jenn and Merritt have been out here on the beach almost all day. The James King Humanitarian Housing festival has been going on for a few hours. My ears ain’t never heard nothing like the sounds coming out of those speakers. An’ not as loud either.

I wanted to talk to you a little so I come over here by the water again. I wanna talk ‘bout being nearly necked now, going on two days. I’m talking about my bikini, o’ course. 

I looked at that picture I made in the bathroom two nights ago when I was trying it on. I tol’ Merritt I should erase it, ‘cause I look like I was about to cry. Merritt said not to. He said it was a part of my story, and it ought to stay told. I put it down at the bottom so as you could compare, if you want. Same me. But different me, if you understand.

I’m getting used to walking ‘round nearly necked. I don’t even think of it like that, to tell the truth. Oh, an’ I seen some girls covering half as much as me. Some even less! 

I’m getting used to my bikini. And I let Merritt buy me some more suits for swimming. Jenn helped me pick ‘em out, so I won’t be looking the same for tomorrow.

Now, as i was walking over here, I thought that if I can get used to walking around in front of strangers nearly necked, I must be able to get used to almost anything. I s’pose if I stay around a music festival long enough, I’ll get used to the music. Maybe learn the words to a song. And learn to dance like the other girls dance.

I’m still scared. I don’t even know what all I’m going to have to get used to. But, after wearing just this bikini for two days and gettin’ use to it, I think I can get used to anything I try.

I’ll close off my story to say it was good to be with Jenn and Merritt today. I had more fun. I guess when we move to New York, we'll have a nice life together. 

Well, goodnight. Thanks for reading my story.