Childhood memories of swimming embossed on black and white slides on a Kodak carousel
Projector. Mom posed in sepia tones next to lipsticked friends showing long legs and
Shy facade. Burgeoning freedom from tired stereotypes of the matronly figure.
My beautiful mother, cigarette in hand, defied the trope. Once divorced, then
Tall and curvaceous with a smile for the ages, yet too self-concious to
Public. Every time I don my lycra swimsuit I see her in my mind. Gorgeous, like me.