So I'm going to a certain Pacific island this weekend - on business and in guy mode, but I got all Helen Mirren and had this sudden urge to try on a bikini. A girl can dream.
Looked in the mirror expecting something quite nasty, and I didn't look half as bad as I expected.
Wouldn't set any hearts racing, mind, but I guess the 13 months of hormones must have done something.
Ladies, it's a marathon, not a sprint