Body Image

[My father's first words to me last night were, "You're getting fat." Thanks, Dad; you look like Santa Claus after a week-long Shriners convention in Vegas, and Rudolph wants his red nose back, I didn't say. So, at my third Italian dinner of the week, I only had prawns piccata. No, no Caesar salad for me, thanks. No, we don't need to see the dessert menu.]

[On her encore last night at the F.N.C., Rita Moreno came in, grabbed our family friend Annabelle's hand, danced a few steps with her, and spun her once before taking the stage. Afterwards, Rita told my mom she liked her outfit. This, from a 70-year-old puertorriquena who has the arms and body to work a really sexy, sleeveless black dress with several exposed panels on the torso.]

[I could make my Dad feel really bad by mentioning the lipodystrophy that might be a result of over a year of combination drug therapy...or maybe I just need to cut out Boudin's delectable ham and cheese croissants, not to mention those frequent Italian dinners.]

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