1. My mom took me to my first gay pride march in Madison in the early 90s. The next day, in preschool, I apparently led my peers around marching and chanting, "2-4-6-8, how do you know your kid is straight?!"
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I used to think there was one type of female beauty: the ballet aesthetic.
I was a ballet and jazz dancer from the age of 7 until 20. Once I started developing, I became super aware of my body, and it didn't help that I spent 4-5 days a week studying this body of mine in front of miles upon miles of mirrors.