It's true. But I look at swim caps the way I look at goggles, cycling shorts, and steel-toed boots (no, I don't wear them all at the same time)—irrelevant to fashion.
I mean, if I'm cycling, dollars will get you doughnuts that my face is all red, I'm sweaty, I'm wearing a stupid bike helmet and my hair is a mess underneath it, and I've got grease on my leg, chin (don't ask me how), glasses, and hands. Really, the fact that cycling shorts make my legs look like two Easter hams wrapped in Lycra is simply not that important.
Likewise, when I'm swimming, my eyes are all red with little goggle marks around them, and I'm wearing a swimsuit (not the most flattering attire), and I'm not really likely to meet the love of my life, unless I accidentally bump into them, because I can't see a blessed thing (no glasses), and the fact that my head looks like somebody put a condom on an egg simply doesn't make a huge difference.
(There's a reason that dancing is my preferred form of exercise. It has only a little bit to do with the fact that I don't look like a dork when I dance.)
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I mean, if I'm cycling, dollars will get you doughnuts that my face is all red, I'm sweaty, I'm wearing a stupid bike helmet and my hair is a mess underneath it, and I've got grease on my leg, chin (don't ask me how), glasses, and hands. Really, the fact that cycling shorts make my legs look like two Easter hams wrapped in Lycra is simply not that important.
Likewise, when I'm swimming, my eyes are all red with little goggle marks around them, and I'm wearing a swimsuit (not the most flattering attire), and I'm not really likely to meet the love of my life, unless I accidentally bump into them, because I can't see a blessed thing (no glasses), and the fact that my head looks like somebody put a condom on an egg simply doesn't make a huge difference.
(There's a reason that dancing is my preferred form of exercise. It has only a little bit to do with the fact that I don't look like a dork when I dance.)