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Society still holds tight to the worn adage of "never speak ill of the dead," which made it nearly impossible for me to share my story.
"In the first few videos, I wore that little black club dress with the flattering neckline. But today I’m in an old trapeze costume."
"I couldn’t open my jaw. I was to tell the doctor I fell down the stairs. Mom stayed nearby to make sure I did."
"She had the right of way. There were no visibility issues. It was the day before her 65th birthday."
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If you’re really set on picking a resolution, how about this one?
"I didn’t feel allowed to not know whether I wanted a child someday. It was either/or, with character assumptions attached to each."
"I love my daughters, but I did not consent to having them."
"I was an ocean away from anyone who’d made fun of my body ... so I tried to psych myself up for this new adventure."
"'What happened?' I asked. 'You hemorrhaged again,' she said. 'This time you lost over a liter of blood.'"
“I’m happy for anyone whose dreams have come true. But I’m sad too. And mad.”