Victim of something?

So I am here in Hawaii. Which means beach time, and like most girls (I think), donning a bikini and walking around in public is kinda scary because bikinis don't have much fabric for covering and concealing one's less desirable body characteristics. Add to the normal insecurities my NOT very attractive cyclist's "tan."
And then, to this collection of self-consciousness, also add the fact that my legs make me look like either a domestic abuse victim or a bad ballboy at a tennis match.

What happened? How did I get 10 bruises on the side of my leg? It was either the cross race, or bike polo, or maybe a bit of both. Nevertheless, Hanauma Bay and North Shore here I come...