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But not really…It didn’t matter what kind of guise she came in, and that was where everyone misunderstood me: I didn’t want to be any kind of woman. I wanted to be a mermaid. I wanted to be a Jigglypuff. I wanted to be a hand-drawn cartoon fairy. I wanted to be a singing pony with magic rainbow hair. I even wanted to be a girl in glittery jeans and a butterfly top. I just could not see myself becoming a woman.
The Opposite of Butterfly Hunting: The Tragedy and the Glory of Growing Up
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