As I began reading "Captivating" my eyes welled up. I felt as though, finally, someone understood me. This was in the first two pages (Introduction). As I continued on, I felt shutdown once again. They were discussing childhood memories of little girls playing dress-up, asking verbally or with their eyes if they were beautiful; twirling in skirts, sparkling ones were best; dreaming of their wedding day; etc. I have heard this as the norm my whole life, but these are not the memories of my childhood. They were never part of it. So disappointment comes once again. Oh to be understood! Oh to understand!