I'm holding Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield, or more accurately, Francine Pascal, partially responsible for my childhood insecurities.
As a very chubby, very tall, and very curly-haired young child growing up on the Jersey shore, I had a slight complex. Being afflicted with a lazy eye and being named Lameece (this changed when I turned 13, thanks to a lawyer friend of my parents and the United States court system) didn't help matters, either.
From a young age, I was a pretty voracious reader, and devoured the epically bad and horrifically addictive series, "Sweet Valley High." Most children of the 80's should be able to recall these books. Please, jut admit you have read them. Like a workout room at a Crunch gym, this is an advertised No-Judgment Zone.
