Hot Actresses In Bikin Biography
Pearl Read proudly poses in her bikini today
As the years go by most women become increasingly self-conscious about their bodies. But there are many who are happy to flaunt their figures on the beach even in their 60s and 70s ? and still have the figures to do so.
With the summer holiday season having begun, SADIE NICHOLAS spoke to three women who have been wearing bikinis for more than four decades and who still refuse to give up their beloved two-pieces.
Pearl Read, 65, is divorced with one son and lives alone in Hampstead, north-west London.
See Pearl's bikini biography in pictures
As a child, my family holidays were spent at Clacton and Ramsgate and I don?t remember seeing anyone in a bikini. My mother would probably have opted for a one-piece costume or a summer dress instead. By the time I was 17, I was dancing in shows in London, where I wore all kinds of revealing dance costumes, so it wasn?t such a big step to wear a bikini.
One of the first bikinis I had was made from a white lace dress which I?d accidentally ripped. The fabric was so beautiful I asked the costumier at the theatre where I worked to turn it into a bikini.
I was pretty uninhibited about my figure when I was a teenager, but when I hit my 30s I remember the angst I felt at baring my body, though I was a slim size ten. Suddenly everything seemed to be heading south. It?s funny because a friend and I recently looked through old photos of ourselves in swimwear and realised we looked quite good and had wasted a lot of time worrying about our bodies.
Women in our day were not the least bit androgynous, as so many young girls are today. I was sunbathing recently at a lido close to my home, looking at the 17 and 18-year-old girls with perfect figures and thinking to myself: ?I bet they?re worrying about how they look and they won?t appreciate how lovely they are until they look back at photos in years to come.?
It?s a shame that women feel such anxiety about their figures when they are young ? I think being truly comfortable with your body only comes much later when you are wise enough to know that there are more important things in life.
The most beautiful bikini I ever owned was bought in the South of France on holiday 40 years ago. It was yellow with purple flowers on the top and I loved it as I frolicked on the beaches of Cannes and Juan Les Pins. I always bought bikinis when I went overseas because they were so much more unusual than what most girls wore back in Britain.
Although I went topless I?d never walk around like that these days because I wouldn?t want to scare anyone, but I sometimes whip my bikini top off when I?m lying on a sunlounger. I favour bandeau and halter-neck bikinis to support my D-cup bust and always wear a one-piece swimsuit if I?m going swimming to avoid any unwanted exposure. I?m fairly confident about my body now, but there are occasions when I?ll catch sight of myself in the mirror in my bikini and think: ?You really could do with a few sit-ups, dear.?
Jeni Cassel, 75, is a retired actress. She is divorced with two children, Natalia, 34, and Alexander, 32, and lives alone in Hampshire.
See Jeni's bikini biography in pictures
Bikinis were a blessing after the hot, heavy, knitted one-piece swimsuits I?d been made to wear in the 1930s and 40s. I was a Rank starlet in the 1950s and the first bikini I donned was a beautiful white one in the 1958 film The Captain?s Table, in which I performed under my screen name, Beth Rogan. It had heavily padded bosoms and caused quite a stir as it was thought to be very racy to be seen wearing a bikini, especially on the big screen.
In the Fifties young girls like myself wanted huge bosoms to emulate curvy stars like Marilyn Monroe and Jane Russell. In fact, not long after I?d appeared in the white bikini, I wore another to go swimming with a friend at Roehampton baths in Surrey and stuffed the top with some false breast enhancers, which promptly flew out as I dived into the pool. It was hysterical as I scrambled around in the water trying to retrieve them.
By the time Twiggy and the Mary Quant fashions burst onto the scene in the Sixties, the same girls who?d wanted voluptuous figures the decade before suddenly wanted to look skinny.
I was fortunate to be a slender size ten with only a 21in waist in my 20s and early 30s, so I loved showing off my body.
I became quite a jetsetter after marrying a rich man in 1962. We?d spend our summers on yachts off the Italian and French Riviera where it was important to wear real showpiece bikinis that would catch the eye.
I bought my bikinis from a shop called Vanita in Rome as they were exquisitely made and more glamorous than those on sale here. My favourite was a turquoise, lilac and green Pucci set which included a bikini, hat and sundress.
But the marriage didn?t last and I remarried. When I came to have my daughter in the early Seventies my body sprang straight back into shape and I still felt fabulous in a bikini. But when I gave birth to my son a couple of years later it was a different story.
Suddenly I was left with a flabby tummy and a thicker waist and my confidence plummeted. I recall holidaying in Italy the summer Alexander was born and feeling horrid about my body. But it didn?t stop me wearing bikinis ? you can always cover up with a kaftan or sarong if you don?t feel too good ? and to this day I still do.
Even though gravity?s taken its toll, I don?t feel self-conscious in the way I might have done when I was young. I wear a size 14 now, which isn?t bad at 75. And when I holidayed in Goa, India, with my daughter earlier this year we both went topless, which would have been unthinkable when I was a young woman.
I don?t recall my friends and I scrutinising ourselves as much as women do today because it was accepted back then that women were curvy. There?s more pressure on the younger generation to look slim and toned and they don?t seem to be doing a bad job of it. I look at young girls in their skimpy thong bikinis and think ?good for you?.
Denise Olive, 61, is a model and lives in Stourbridge, West Midlands, with her husband Geoff, 66, a fashion manufacturing agent.
See Denise's bikini biography in pictures
I remember being told off by a Spanish policeman for wearing a pink gingham C&A bikini in the street when I was 15.
This was in 1960, on our first holiday abroad, and he told me it was inappropriate not to be covered up once I was away from the beach, which is hysterical to think about now, as it?s perfectly acceptable to wear bikinis in the town and even in nightclubs.
My parents had taken my sister, Patricia, and I to Tossa de Mar on the Costa Brava, which was considered a very exotic place back then, and when the Marks & Spencer kaftan I?d been wearing over my bikini had got wet in the sea I decided to take it off.
I was a very skinny teenager, but I was spurred on to wear a bikini after seeing Patricia in one. She was 18 months younger, but shapelier and more daring and I thought my body was inadequate compared to hers.
Later, models made it fashionable to be thin and that changed the way I felt about myself. My mother would never have worn a bikini, though; it wasn?t the done thing for her generation. She was always exceptionally well-dressed and would wear beautifully cut one-piece swimsuits instead.
I?ve worn bikinis for 46 years and still do. In fact, I sported a gorgeous turquoise and silver number from Per Una around the pool at our hotel in Cala Sant Vicente, northern Majorca, earlier this month.
But I don?t go topless any more on holiday. When I turned 58 I decided the days of sunbathing in just my bikini bottoms were over. I?d done it for years to avoid getting strap marks but felt that, now I?m older, I?d be more comfortable covering up my top half.
I don?t remember fretting about scrubbing, buffing and self-tanning my body before exposing it on the beach in a bikini. That?s a trend driven by the younger generation. But I?ve still suffered the occasional dose of body angst, particularly when I?d had my son Richard in 1970 ? tragically, he died in a road accident 12 years ago.
Like most new mums I discovered that my tummy wasn?t what it used to be and I felt self-conscious about the diminished muscle tone when I donned my swimwear. But I came to realise that there?s always someone bigger or less toned than me on the beach so I stopped worrying about it. I?ve always been reasonably relaxed about my body. I intend to keep wearing a
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Pearl Read proudly poses in her bikini today
As the years go by most women become increasingly self-conscious about their bodies. But there are many who are happy to flaunt their figures on the beach even in their 60s and 70s ? and still have the figures to do so.
With the summer holiday season having begun, SADIE NICHOLAS spoke to three women who have been wearing bikinis for more than four decades and who still refuse to give up their beloved two-pieces.
Pearl Read, 65, is divorced with one son and lives alone in Hampstead, north-west London.
See Pearl's bikini biography in pictures
As a child, my family holidays were spent at Clacton and Ramsgate and I don?t remember seeing anyone in a bikini. My mother would probably have opted for a one-piece costume or a summer dress instead. By the time I was 17, I was dancing in shows in London, where I wore all kinds of revealing dance costumes, so it wasn?t such a big step to wear a bikini.
One of the first bikinis I had was made from a white lace dress which I?d accidentally ripped. The fabric was so beautiful I asked the costumier at the theatre where I worked to turn it into a bikini.
I was pretty uninhibited about my figure when I was a teenager, but when I hit my 30s I remember the angst I felt at baring my body, though I was a slim size ten. Suddenly everything seemed to be heading south. It?s funny because a friend and I recently looked through old photos of ourselves in swimwear and realised we looked quite good and had wasted a lot of time worrying about our bodies.
Women in our day were not the least bit androgynous, as so many young girls are today. I was sunbathing recently at a lido close to my home, looking at the 17 and 18-year-old girls with perfect figures and thinking to myself: ?I bet they?re worrying about how they look and they won?t appreciate how lovely they are until they look back at photos in years to come.?
It?s a shame that women feel such anxiety about their figures when they are young ? I think being truly comfortable with your body only comes much later when you are wise enough to know that there are more important things in life.
The most beautiful bikini I ever owned was bought in the South of France on holiday 40 years ago. It was yellow with purple flowers on the top and I loved it as I frolicked on the beaches of Cannes and Juan Les Pins. I always bought bikinis when I went overseas because they were so much more unusual than what most girls wore back in Britain.
Although I went topless I?d never walk around like that these days because I wouldn?t want to scare anyone, but I sometimes whip my bikini top off when I?m lying on a sunlounger. I favour bandeau and halter-neck bikinis to support my D-cup bust and always wear a one-piece swimsuit if I?m going swimming to avoid any unwanted exposure. I?m fairly confident about my body now, but there are occasions when I?ll catch sight of myself in the mirror in my bikini and think: ?You really could do with a few sit-ups, dear.?
Jeni Cassel, 75, is a retired actress. She is divorced with two children, Natalia, 34, and Alexander, 32, and lives alone in Hampshire.
See Jeni's bikini biography in pictures
Bikinis were a blessing after the hot, heavy, knitted one-piece swimsuits I?d been made to wear in the 1930s and 40s. I was a Rank starlet in the 1950s and the first bikini I donned was a beautiful white one in the 1958 film The Captain?s Table, in which I performed under my screen name, Beth Rogan. It had heavily padded bosoms and caused quite a stir as it was thought to be very racy to be seen wearing a bikini, especially on the big screen.
In the Fifties young girls like myself wanted huge bosoms to emulate curvy stars like Marilyn Monroe and Jane Russell. In fact, not long after I?d appeared in the white bikini, I wore another to go swimming with a friend at Roehampton baths in Surrey and stuffed the top with some false breast enhancers, which promptly flew out as I dived into the pool. It was hysterical as I scrambled around in the water trying to retrieve them.
By the time Twiggy and the Mary Quant fashions burst onto the scene in the Sixties, the same girls who?d wanted voluptuous figures the decade before suddenly wanted to look skinny.
I was fortunate to be a slender size ten with only a 21in waist in my 20s and early 30s, so I loved showing off my body.
I became quite a jetsetter after marrying a rich man in 1962. We?d spend our summers on yachts off the Italian and French Riviera where it was important to wear real showpiece bikinis that would catch the eye.
I bought my bikinis from a shop called Vanita in Rome as they were exquisitely made and more glamorous than those on sale here. My favourite was a turquoise, lilac and green Pucci set which included a bikini, hat and sundress.
But the marriage didn?t last and I remarried. When I came to have my daughter in the early Seventies my body sprang straight back into shape and I still felt fabulous in a bikini. But when I gave birth to my son a couple of years later it was a different story.
Suddenly I was left with a flabby tummy and a thicker waist and my confidence plummeted. I recall holidaying in Italy the summer Alexander was born and feeling horrid about my body. But it didn?t stop me wearing bikinis ? you can always cover up with a kaftan or sarong if you don?t feel too good ? and to this day I still do.
Even though gravity?s taken its toll, I don?t feel self-conscious in the way I might have done when I was young. I wear a size 14 now, which isn?t bad at 75. And when I holidayed in Goa, India, with my daughter earlier this year we both went topless, which would have been unthinkable when I was a young woman.
I don?t recall my friends and I scrutinising ourselves as much as women do today because it was accepted back then that women were curvy. There?s more pressure on the younger generation to look slim and toned and they don?t seem to be doing a bad job of it. I look at young girls in their skimpy thong bikinis and think ?good for you?.
Denise Olive, 61, is a model and lives in Stourbridge, West Midlands, with her husband Geoff, 66, a fashion manufacturing agent.
See Denise's bikini biography in pictures
I remember being told off by a Spanish policeman for wearing a pink gingham C&A bikini in the street when I was 15.
This was in 1960, on our first holiday abroad, and he told me it was inappropriate not to be covered up once I was away from the beach, which is hysterical to think about now, as it?s perfectly acceptable to wear bikinis in the town and even in nightclubs.
My parents had taken my sister, Patricia, and I to Tossa de Mar on the Costa Brava, which was considered a very exotic place back then, and when the Marks & Spencer kaftan I?d been wearing over my bikini had got wet in the sea I decided to take it off.
I was a very skinny teenager, but I was spurred on to wear a bikini after seeing Patricia in one. She was 18 months younger, but shapelier and more daring and I thought my body was inadequate compared to hers.
Later, models made it fashionable to be thin and that changed the way I felt about myself. My mother would never have worn a bikini, though; it wasn?t the done thing for her generation. She was always exceptionally well-dressed and would wear beautifully cut one-piece swimsuits instead.
I?ve worn bikinis for 46 years and still do. In fact, I sported a gorgeous turquoise and silver number from Per Una around the pool at our hotel in Cala Sant Vicente, northern Majorca, earlier this month.
But I don?t go topless any more on holiday. When I turned 58 I decided the days of sunbathing in just my bikini bottoms were over. I?d done it for years to avoid getting strap marks but felt that, now I?m older, I?d be more comfortable covering up my top half.
I don?t remember fretting about scrubbing, buffing and self-tanning my body before exposing it on the beach in a bikini. That?s a trend driven by the younger generation. But I?ve still suffered the occasional dose of body angst, particularly when I?d had my son Richard in 1970 ? tragically, he died in a road accident 12 years ago.
Like most new mums I discovered that my tummy wasn?t what it used to be and I felt self-conscious about the diminished muscle tone when I donned my swimwear. But I came to realise that there?s always someone bigger or less toned than me on the beach so I stopped worrying about it. I?ve always been reasonably relaxed about my body. I intend to keep wearing a
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