I Always Dreamt of Being Daddy’s Little Princess

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

One of my earliest memories as a child was one in which I had to wear an eyepatch over my eye because I had gotten an infection from using my mother’s makeup. Alongside that comes my fondest memory of cutting the hair off my sister’s barbie dolls and getting rewarded with a father-son Disney trip to instill some good masculinity in me. Gradually, I began putting pillows in my shirt pretending to be…