Opinion: The tyranny of the fat-free body

When I was 14, I wanted to look like Annette Funicello. That was back in 1961. (And if you are going “Who?” right now, think Sandra Dee — but Italian.) I stuffed my bras with Kleenex, cinched my waist as tight as I could make it, and tried to be as perky as was possible for a poetry-writing Jewish girl from Newark who had never attended a beach party.

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Opinion: The tyranny of the fat-free body

When I was 14, I wanted to look like Annette Funicello. That was back in 1961. (And if you are going “Who?” right now, think Sandra Dee — but Italian.) I stuffed my bras with Kleenex, cinched my waist as tight as I could make it, and tried to be as perky as was possible for a poetry-writing Jewish girl from Newark who had never attended a beach party.

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