Today, Maggie Marr, author of Secrets of The Hollywood Girls Club (and Hollywood insider herself), is here to guest blog. She very appropriately wrote about fashion (well, sort of). Take it away, Maggie!My Turquoise String Bikini Summer approaches. Swimsuit season is upon us. So today I write about something that is near and dear to my heart, something that changed my life, something that I will never forget and I will always love... A turquoise string bikini. An itty-bitty adorable once-in-a-lifetime you are lucky to find string bikini. My family moved two times during my Freshman year of High School causing me to attend three schools in approximately twelve months. I started High School the "new girl" fifteen hundred miles from all my old friends. The second move occurred in April of my Freshman Year. This time I left my new High School for the fairly small city of Bloomington-Normal, Illinois. But in Normal, Illinois, I didn't get to go to High School. Oh no, no, no, in Normal, Illinois, I got to return to Junior High. Yes... Junior High. As in Middle School. Now I don't know about you, but for me, even in my old hometown, with all my great friends, Junior High, aka Middle School, well it sucked. Completely, irrevocably, absolutely and without question sucked. So now, at the end of the school year, after attending High School, I returned to Junior High in a small community with a bunch of ninth graders who'd just spent the last three years of their lives bonding. Can I just say, "the new girl" from Chicago wasn't welcomed with open arms. The beginning of my Freshman year I looked like I was twelve. I have the pictures to prove it. But over nine months I changed. By June, I no longer looked twelve, instead, to the chagrin of my Mother, I looked twenty. And it was that summer with no friends, no social life, and no prospects for either, that I found and purchased in a very un-Maggie moment, my turquoise bikini. At fifteen, with no friends, no life, and really not much but the bikini going for me, I had the audacity, the courage, the chutzpah to put that itty bitty oh-so-lovely string bikini on my newly minted (thank you hormones) body and go to the pool. I remember feeling shocked the first time I slipped off my white t-shirt, plopped my nearly naked body down on a lounge chair and lay in the sun. But I also remember that I felt free. I felt alive. I felt good. I didn't care what anyone said. I didn't care what anyone thought. I didn't care who looked, who gossiped who whispered... And I believe that my feelings of just being okay with myself and my body, were what caused me to meet two girls by the pool that summer. Two girls that became and still are my best friends. So this summer as swimsuit season approaches, be bold, be brave, be impulsive... buy the string bikini and wear it. The end. I am digging Maggie. And if you're looking for your own bold summer bikini, might I suggest the ones below (just a couple of looks I love... in that blue theme... that are on sale!). Links here and here.