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As I look at my body, I think back to a moment, long ago, when I had looked in the mirror as a child and wondered would anyone ever want this odd, pale, freckly creature. And I decide, now, in this moment, that I want it; I want this body. I want to inhabit her, enjoy her, care for her, and defend her in this world.
The Opposite of Butterfly Hunting: The Tragedy and the Glory of Growing Up
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