The Daily Universe I was 13 years old when I went to the local YMCA for a youth pool party. I was hanging out with my friends when a Young Women’s leader came up to me and asked, “Do you have a shirt you could put on over that?” The swimsuit? A tankini. It looks like a one piece, but comes with a tank top and bottoms. It’s supposed to be a modest two-piece swimsuit. The problem was, about an inch of my skin was showing. I responded “no”, and she went on her way. But the sense of shame and embarrassment stuck around. Why was it necessary to make that comment? The boys were running around shirtless and no one batted an eye.