Camila Dante: The Day the Sea Stole My Bikini

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They say the ocean gives back everything…Except your dignity.And if you don\’t believe me, listen to this.It was a sunny Sunday the kind of day when your body craves beach, breeze, and a little mischief. I slipped into my favorite swimsuit the one that makes me feel like a fierce, dangerous mermaid grabbed my oversized hat, sunscreen, and a smile ready for scandal.Once I hit the shore, I dove into the sea like it was my ex fearless and full of drama. The water was perfect, the waves were flirty, and I was living my best aquatic fantasy. Until that one wave came along…You know the one bold, sneaky, and with a very specific mission.Swoosh! One pull, one twist, and when I came back up…The ocean had taken its prize.My swimsuit! I shouted, spinning like a confused dolphin trying to find any sign of it. Nothing. It had vanished like a ghosted text message.There I was, more exposed than a bad secret, trying to cover myself with hands, hair, and whatever dignity I had left.A little offered me a unicorn floatie as a shield, a sweet lady threw me a towel like it was a rescue rope… and I, between laughter, shame, and salty water, promised to never underestimate the ocean again (or wear flimsy string bikinis).From that day on, the sea and I have an understanding:It keeps the swimsuit, and I keep the story.Because losing it was awkward…But the story? A solid 10 out of 10.

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