As you might know (And if you don’t then you will) I hate modern day fashion. You might ask why. Well I can give some good reasons why. Beware, I’m entering rant mode.

As first I’m ticked off over almost everyone that I know at the moment. I got into an argument with my step father on bathing suits, and to just rub it in stuck me in a spot that I had to go to the beach. First, I would never, ever wear a bikini. Unfortunately for me, that’s almost the only things they make nowadays. Even sadder than that is the fact is that they all look like a ravage swarm of moths got to every damn one. My point, I won’t wear them (Or it, which ever you prefer).

Now I bet a lot of guys are saying “I don’t mind bikinis at all.” Go figure, your not wearing that little sliver amount of clothing. I’m sorry, (Well not really) but a guy who looks (Scratch that, ‘stares’) at a girl wearing a bikini looks really desperate. For the love of God, what do those girls think when they put one of those things on them. “I feel so pretty, not to mention sleazy, but don’t tell my mom.” Well, apparently the moms enjoy the fact of strange men staring at their stomachs, breasts, and asses. Not my idea of a good time.

Mothers should set an example, for instants, you can get male attention without wearing those clothes. And those men that do stare at girls like that aren’t worth it anyways. They notice you for your body parts rather than your personality. That stuff is only skin deep, or for some women, not even that considering they’re plastic.

Bottom line, I’m through with bathing suits. I would rather spend the rest of summer than put on one of those things.

Modern day clothing sucks. I mean all the clothes I see are pink, blue, or that damn hot pink. I refuse to where any of that. For starters, all the colored clothes don’t fit me (I like black, red, white, and gray thank-you-very-much), and they also tend to reveal skin. Much skin. If you really want to dress like that do that in a room with some guy. But please don’t force me to look at your skin. Get pants that fit you right, get a shirt that covers your breasts, or at least holds them. Get a REGULAR bra! Not one that has nipples put into it or running around without one. And can you even breathe in those clothes; they’re hanging on you like a second skin, maybe worse. It looks GROSS! Whoever invented this fashion nowadays should be burned.

I’m just ticked that my step father has to rub in the fact that I refuse to wear one of those things. And ‘my friends’ gloat on how much fun the water is, and how nice it is. I don’t want to wear one, though that’s never enough. Everyone has to say something, even older people complaining on how I need to wear a suit. They say I look so beautiful in the water, which I admit, I love swimming, but of course my cousin and his friend (He isn’t my cousin at all really, he is only related to me by my step father, too bad he’s getting a divorce with my mother) began nodding very fast. So, on instinct I go into a room and begin playing video games. Screw it, I’ll refuse to swim, I don’t think I’ll even search for a suit anymore.

I’m just upset how on this girl’s birthday (Which is today) invited me to go to the beach knowing I didn’t have a suit. Then having my step father saying how I should really do that for her birthday to be nice. I already took her to lunch damn it! Of course I go though, just being a nice person although I wanted to kill them all. I got so bored that I just left and went to play video games. I said it a couple of times, but screw it, screw it all, and damn it, I want to live with a new family!