I dreamed of being just like the other girls in my high school, the ones who seemed to effortlessly have the things I longed for, not just the home and clothes and looks, but the ability to walk around in this life as if they belonged. They had a confidence I desperately looked for on the discount shelves at drugstores and envied on the pages of Lyle’s Playboy magazines. Most of all, they were happy and carefree and seemed so sure that the world was a good and kind place full of good and kind people.
