As a child, my mother used to dress me in these awful plaid dresses. It was the late 80s—I guess they were in or something, but I always came home with them torn from climbing fences, or dirty from playing on the ground. Though when she was that age, she too had to wear dresses, she did raise me to believe that I could be anything, anyone, I wanted, no matter what. She even bought me all the Ninja Turtles I wanted, and tolerated it when I threw my Barbie Dolls into the trees behind our house (that hair really makes them stick to the branches!). So why the "dress" code?
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