I was raised in a very religous family - extremely protected from all things 'ungodly' - and I sure as heck wasn't exposed to even a single image of a fashion model or butt cheek. (being raised in a very religious town - itw as easy for my parents to pull off).
I never wore a bikini - we weren't even allowed to wear shorts or pants, only dresses and skirts. We weren't in some cult or living in a compound, either - my parents just fel it their duty to protect me from the 'evils of the world'
I was molested my whole childhood in that town by religious people
I had fantasies of becoming a stripper when I was in highschool so the boys would love to look at me
I still ended up knocked up at age 17 and I can pole and belly dance.
What I wore during the summer had absolutely nothing ot do with the way my life went. My parents bizarre obcessive 'protectionism' really made me more intrigued by these no-no things.
There's a lot more to what a person is made of and why they are the way they are than seeing some pictures of people and wearing little shorts.