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But another significant schism has occurred here, one that nobody notices. A schism between my mind and my body. It is too painful to sit there in my body and feel it, to acknowledge her expanding and changing without my consent. She is not mine anymore. She is not someone to be trusted. She is repulsive and only getting bigger. There is everything wrong with her.
The Opposite of Butterfly Hunting: The Tragedy and The Glory of Growing Up: A Memoir
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