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I feel bad about my legs, and I always have. Even when I was a teen and they were tight and tan, I thought of my legs as unappealing, to me and anyone else. At home they were called “the Lynch legs” — meaning, their shape was inherited from the Irish side of the family, where generations of peasant women had full thighs, oddly-shaped knees, short calves and, possibly, thick ankles. This would not be worthy of discussion were it not for our return to the time of year when women in cold climates f…
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