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Maddy knew who she was from a very early age. For as long as Maddy could remember, everybody loved her. She never knew exactly what it was. She just knew that she had something special, something intangible, something immeasurable. And it gave her confidence. That’s why she loved pageantry, because you didn’t have to be the prettiest or the tallest or the blondest or the whitest. You just had to have fucking confidence.

Whenever anything got too uncomfortable, Jules would just imagine that she wasn’t really herself, and this wasn’t really her life. She was just a character in a book or a movie or a show. That none of it was real, and if it was, how did it matter? It’s not like her body ever really belonged to her in the first place. But fuck it. She’d save it for the memoirs.