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[sophiawestern]

I knew how Arthur would analyze this fantasy. Why a shame, he'd say, how destructive to me were the attitudes of society, forcing my into a mold of femininity that I could never fit, stuffing me into those ridiculous pink tights, those spangles, those outmoded, cramping ballet slippers. How much better for me if I'd been accepted for what I was and had learned to accept myself, too. Very true, very right, very pious. But it's still not so simple. I wanted those things, that fluffy skirt, that glittering tiara. I liked them.

- Margaret Atwood, Lady Oracle