It’s true. Okay technically it was a two-piece. But it was made of a white canvas like fabric with a little red trim on the bra and the sailor style skirt. She definitely looked better in it than I did. But she was the reason I had to have it. It was the summer of ‘68 and I was still in junior high. School was out and I hadn’t gotten my new “swimsuit” for the season yet.
And then it happened like a bolt from beyond. My new SEVENTEEN magazine arrived in the mail. As I tore through the issue - there it was! In all it’s full figured glory on the body of the top teen model of the day.
Of course she was everything I was not. Tall. Blonde. Shapely. And an actual teen!
I was only twelve with braces and pimples on my chin and had already reached my full height of 5’2”. A Cover Girl I was not.
But I had saved my money and my mom took me to the shopping center to get it. I was thrilled beyond thrilled to be twins in that cute little white sailor bikini with Cybill. I felt like I knew her and she knew me. And for one brief and shining moment we were as one!
And then wouldn’t you know it - the first time I wore it to the beach I wasn’t alone. Seems like every pre-pubescent on the East Coast had the same idea from the same SEVENTEEN. But I didn’t care. I wore that bathing suit all summer long any time I had a chance. And every time I put it on I knew that Cybill knew too.