My girl childhood was full of wonder. Alone in my pink palace, I walked on plastic, blister-guarantee princess heels, their platforms raising me an inch, a mile closer to the top of the world. I was an engineer, drawing tracks and road lines and parking spaces for my pink Barbie Jeep to cruise on. In the books I read, I was a witch, a voyager on the tumultuous whitecaps of the seas or a heroic princess sent to slay a dragon. Sometimes I was a model, flaunting full-body mismatched…
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