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What is an L.A. ā€˜beach bodyā€™ in 2024 and is it time for me to finally show some skin?

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Good morning, and welcome to the Essential California newsletter. Itā€™s Saturday, Aug. 10. Hereā€™s what you need to know to start your weekend:

    Fighting for my place on the beach

    It was one of those balmy summer afternoons in Redondo Beach. The temperature hovered around 75 degrees, but the sun burned feverishly in the cloudless blue sky, making it feel hotter.

    I was approaching the bluffs of the Palos Verdes Peninsula at the end of the Santa Monica Bay bike path, my electric bike humming at 10 mph. The looks and smells of California summer were all around me ā€” volleyball games, tone bodies, bikinis, spandex biking outfits, swim trunks, shorts and tank tops, salt air and sunscreen.

    I knew I looked out of place in my uniform of dark blue long-sleeved shirt and oversized black sweatpants.

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    Everyone was showing at least a little bit of skin ā€” except me.

    A century ago, this very stretch of the Pacific was the site of what newspapers at the time called ā€œthe battle of the beach.ā€ It all started when a ā€œcharming blondeā€ arrived wearing a stunning red swimsuit, causing quite the distraction. Redondo Beach police ended up arresting her for indecent exposure, beginning a years-long debate about bodies, beachwear, decency and dress codes. The Times reported later that it took a summit of many L.A. beach towns to come up with uniform rules: ā€œ1. Men may wear trunks without uppers. 2. Women, God bless them, may not!ā€

    People play in the surf near a pier. Prominent in the frame is a woman in an ankle-length blue dress and a hat
    Beachgoing fashion has certainly changed since the days of this vintage postcard from Patt Morrisonā€™s collection.

    The history of the L.A. coast, the history of bodies

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    In the height of beach season 2024, itā€™s easy to take the Southern California culture of surfers, hard bodies and ā€œbeach beautiesā€ for granted. But our wide sandy beaches, frequently clean waters and guaranteed public access was the product of a century of fights, activism, greed, environmentalism and common sense. British historian Elsa Devienne chronicles how it happened in ā€œSand Rush,ā€ a masterful history of the Santa Monica Bay that was published earlier this year. Devienne pulls no punches in describing the cycles of racism, homophobia, snobbery and corruption that marked the bayā€™s 20th century, as well as the struggles to secure public access and clean up its polluted waters.

    But ā€œSand Rushā€ also tells the story about how Southern Californiaā€™s beaches helped define ā€” for better and worse ā€” the American body.

    This began more than a century ago, as our beaches set themselves apart from those on Coney Island and other coastal destinations with their, wellā€¦ shallowness? ā€œUnlike its predecessors, the Southern California beach culture was resolutely hedonistic. Gone was the preoccupation with medical and hygienist concerns: what mattered most on the beaches of Los Angeles was how good someone looked in a bathing suit and how much fun could be had,ā€ Devienne wrote.

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    Beach bums and beach beauties

    The more modern history of the SoCal beach body is more complex and fascinating. Muscle Beach helped popularize bodybuilding. And in the post-World War II youth boom, Hollywood brought its lenses back to the beach, this time to celebrate surfing culture. For conservative cultural commentators of the time, surfing was just one more mindless activity that allowed teens to stray and become ā€œbeach bums.ā€ But Devienne said the athletic bodies on display on the beach were a powerful retort. Consider her description of the 1964 movie ā€œBikini Beachā€:

    The gang of teenage surfers finds an advocate in Miss Clemens, a teacher at the local high school. When the gang faces off with Harvey Huntington Honeywagon, a curmudgeonlike character inspired by railroad baron Henry Huntington who accuses surfers of being juvenile delinquents, Miss Clemens defends them by pointing to their healthy physiques: ā€œThose surfers are building strong, healthy bodies. Whatā€™s wrong with physical fitness? You should try it sometimes.ā€

    I cut a profile closer to Harvey Huntington Honeywagon than ā€œBaywatch.ā€ I weigh about 340 pounds, and my relationship with the beach has always been fraught. I grew up here and was a Santa Monica regular through high school. But I retreated in adulthood as I grew bigger and bigger. When Instagram came along, I mastered the art of taking beach sunset photos from my car that made it look like I was on the sand when I was really on the street.

    My return came during the pandemic, when I brought an electric bike and cruised down the bike path for the first time since the late 1980s. The thrill of finally claiming my beach space is impossible to overstate, especially the way my bike battery made it seem to the unknowing eye that I was defying physics by peddling that fast.

    Putting shame aside at the beach

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    My decades-long exile from the sand now feels like an unforced error. The beach is filled with bodies of different shapes and sizes. There was no reason I needed to be ashamed or afraid.

    And yet as I cruised Redondo Beach recently, I wondered why I always dressed this way. Iā€™d not worn shorts in public since the early 1990s, even on those hot days at the beach. I always told myself it was no big deal. Whatever made me comfortable was fine. But ā€œSand Rushā€ had me thinking about this differently ā€” and about the beachā€˜s wonderful power to get you out of your comfort zone. Much has been written about beach season exacerbating body-image anxiety, but also about the importance of fighting through it. There is even a growing movement of ā€œFat Beach daysā€ to make the sand feel accessible to all.

    So when the mercury hits 80 on the bay this summer, Iā€™m committed to leaving the sweats at home and cycling in cargo shorts.

    Because one thing ā€œSand Rushā€ makes clear, everyone needs to fight for their place at the beach.

    The weekā€™s biggest stories

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    For your weekend

    People on the beach
    A couple dance while filming a social media video as others explore the Victoria Beach Pirate Tower at Mermaid Beach/Victoria Beach in Laguna Beach.
    (Allen J. Schaben / Los Angeles Times)

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