I like to win. I have a competitive bone in my body. Actually, I have several. I am bad, I only enter into games where I know I have a chance at winning.
It’s hard to tell if from a very young age, if I was just disinterested in lipsticks, foundations, painful hair removal, etc, or if I innately knew deep down that it was a losing battle.
I come from a …
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