Before I knew enough of the world to cover myself with bras and t-shirts, I ran topless around the yard like my brother. After bath time I unwrapped myself from the towel and held it behind me like wings as I ran through the house shouting “Butterfly! Butterfly! I’m a butterfly!” That day when I heard “Girls wear shirts, Katie” I shrank back just a bit learning how to feel embarrassment, learning how to poorly hide it, learning how to redeem myself with cotton. Summer continued as I accepted this fact but on hot days I stared at my brother wondering why he did not have to cover up.