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The absolute cisfemme emotion of sipping a glass of wine on a cafe terrace, seeing amazingly thin, cute girls with bare midriffs walking past and going "yeah, no, I'm never going to be seventeen again. Pity. Clothes these days are much more fun." And then the moment one realized that at seventeen I might have been cute, but nobody would have taken me for a girl. Also, no bare navels, but short-sleeved white dress shirts were, back then, the standard for yours truly.