For me that's easy. As a child (I think 5? Maybe 6?) I dressed as Cinderella one year. Cliche' you're thinking, right? Every little girl's dream to be a princess? Ahhh...but not me. You see I live my life outside the box. I was Cinderella, but I was Cinderella-in-rags. I had a tattered and torn dress, and a broom, and ash on my cheeks. I remember feeling just like Cinderella looks in the movies...beautiful and misunderstood. I still have the costume, and it's still one of my favorites ever.
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