At first I dreaded reading my high school and college diaries because the story I had told myself as time went on was I was just a dumb girl who liked dumb bands, dumb boys, and had dumb dreams. I told myself I would run away, to be smarter and cooler, to be more pure and have better ideas. I would be honest, always, even though women were never rewarded for honesty. I would be a better mother and a better partner and I would never have limits on my love. My parents and my friends and every man I had ever been with had limits and I had never forgiven any of them for it.
