When I was young, I was told: Good girls wear dresses. I hated wearing dresses. I'd look at myself in the mirror when I was wearing a dress and the pit in my stomach would rise to my throat. I'd stare at myself and think: I don't like how this looks or how this feels. This is not me. I felt the need to hold my breath from the second that dress went on until the second I pulled it off. It felt like I was in a costume, hiding who I really was in order to fit in, to be good.
-- Abby Wambach, Wolfpack, p. 18-19
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