Growing up, I was the constantly dirty, skinned-up and bruised girl in boy’s clothes just trying to have a little fun and maybe catch a couple lizards to stick in a jar. I also grew up with a mother who was adamant that I wear a dress for any occasion, whether that was a formal event, church, picture day, or going over to a relative’s house. These dresses were usually stiff affairs, all crinoline and lace that itched more than any clothing item should ever, ever itch. And don’t even get me started on Christmas dresses. They were, to put it lightly, a nightmarish torture cont
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