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I am the way I am because of.....
My so-called jr. high friends for calling me a dyke and a slut when I got my hair cut short.
Angie, my best friend, for cracking jokes whenever things get too strange.
My track coach telling me I had big thighs.
My eating disorder friends who showed me the bottom, which made me appreciate rising to the top.
Everyone who has ever written a book I have read gave me ideas and something to think about.
My feminist political thought prof who told me that I was one of the brightest people he had ever met.
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