Growing up in Salt Lake City, Angie Katsanevas didn’t exactly fit in. In a city full of blond, blue-eyed, all-American Mormons, Katsanevas was the daughter of immigrants from Crete. She was Greek Orthodox, with black hair and skin that tanned easily in the sun. She ate spanakopita instead of the pizza and hot dogs of her classmates, and she wasn’t allowed to have soda. She wore her cousins’ hand-me-downs, and her father, a single dad of seven, made sure she kept her hair short.
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