The first time my Midwestern mother hit the beach in my father's homeland of Uruguay, he was mortified by her swimwear. This was Punta Del Este in the '80s, so there's no doubt it was nylon with an obnoxious neon print, but that wasn't the issue. It wasn't that her bikini was too revealing either. Being a good girl from Kansas, she made sure her bum was modestly covered by bikini bottoms that were far from cheeky — and strangely, that's what made him blush.

It was the norm in South America at the time for women, and even some men, to wear colaless (literally bottomless) bikinis. As opposed to string bikinis, narrow strips of butt floss, or low-rider bottoms, the colaless style featured thong bottoms with thick straps cut so high on the leg, that they seemed to create an optical illusion that the hips start just under the chest (think: that iconic Pamela Anderson's Baywatch swimsuit). My mom was slender, tanned, and fit (thanks to her love of Jazzercise), so you bet she looked killer in that bikini with its V-hips when she finally caved in and bought her first colaless bikini.

I didn't inherit my mother's silhouette or freakish lack of cellulite. Instead, I was blessed with my paternal grandmother's short, voluptuous body — and her indigenous features of straight hair, high cheekbones, and soft, hairless skin. My mom must have forgotten her days of lounging in the sun in a thong because she always steered me toward full-coverage bottoms. She'd point out that fashion magazines always suggested ruffled tops for flat-chested girls and one-pieces with accentuated waists for curvy girls like me. The glossy pages featured minimal bottoms exclusively on tall, skinny girls with body types dubbed "athletic."

My reaction? This bum is just as worthy of soaking up the sun like any other. I was never allowed to wear skimpy swimsuits back home in Kansas, where they were considered scandalous. But when we'd visit Uruguay, I'd see all shapes and sizes of people exposing their butt cheeks as they relaxed in the sand and splashed around in the sea. It wasn't even necessarily a question of confidence or sex appeal — it was one of style; colaless bottoms were the coolest choice of swimwear and everyone owned a pair. It's sort of like going topless in Spain. As a teenager, I'd forcefully participate by "forgetting" my more modest swimwear back in the States and buying a new skimpy bikini each time we visited Punta Del Este.

I've never not had a booty, and I've never not wanted to bronze it in the sun. To be honest, it's not much of an act of defiance against beauty standards, in my case. I find that smaller cuts are actually more flattering on my curvaceous behind, while more coverage just frames it like a wide, shapeless blob. After living off of noodles and rice in Southeast Asia for over a year, my behind is plumper than ever, and the more sun-kissed my butt is, the more confident I feel. It's been known that a bit of sun (acquired with mineral SPF to protect your skin!) can help conceal imperfections and my tush has plenty that I prefer to hide. I can't ignore my stretch marks, acne scars, and cellulite when my behind is pasty in the winter. My thong swimsuits aren't brave or brazen — I wear them because they're what makes me feel good, which makes me look good.

Wearing my colaless bottoms on beaches around the globe has also been a tool for embracing my Latina culture as I accept and celebrate my perfectly healthy and functioning body. My thick body has taken me to over 50 countries, often in itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny thong bikinis. That said, I don't exactly recommend baring it all in conservative countries. Even I, a hater of tan lines, occasionally rocked full-coverage bottoms at certain public beaches over the last few months in Southeast Asia. I have, however, seen thong bikinis in the United Arab Emirates and topless girls lying on the beach in India.

My mother still isn't a fan of my barely-there swimwear choices and always tells me it looks like I have an epic wedgie. I know she's worried about unwanted advances and stares from men as I bare my beach bum worldwide. I've gone to nude beaches in Montenegro and Croatia without anyone paying any attention to me, yet at home in Ft. Lauderdale, Fla., men have gathered to stare at my behind. I swat them away like a flock of annoying seagulls. I've been so disappointed to hear so many women shame other girls that have decided to go colaless and make crude comments about their figures and swimwear choices.

The thong bikini was made for all of us. It's not just for Kim Kardashian West with her bodacious behind or Emily Ratajkowski with her tiny tush, both of whom can be credited for popularizing the style and rocking it with unparalleled confidence. My body is "beach ready" and deserves to be celebrated year-round. If you don't like it, don't look.