My mother, a Beauty Queen with dark curly hair and green eyes, resembled Elizabeth Taylor. She was 20 when I was born, and I was 3 or 4 when we were in that swimming pool stall together. I reached up to touch her still cool and wet belly as she pulled off her white bathing suit. How wonderful, I thought, to be a grown up and to be so beautiful.

These bathing suits are for our mothers.