Growing up, I was so envious of the girls who could wear dresses. The ones with the kind of slim, willowy figures you saw all the time in magazines but rarely in real life. I thought that was what you had to have in order to pull off a gown. They weren’t for people like me, with my broad hips, chunky legs and stomach that hasn’t been flat since I was about seven. I thought bodies like mine were better hidden beneath sporty…
