Her complete resistance of femininity was troubling. What I always wanted for her, more than anything, was to be herself. But some freedoms come at a price. I should have known where this was all headed since the fruit of my loins clearly hadn’t fallen far from the tree. As a child I much preferred Batman to Barbies, and one of my earliest Halloween costumes was Spiderman. I played softball in high school and didn’t wear makeup until my mid-20s. And I suffered for it. The phone wasn’t exactly ringing off the hook during my teen years with offers of dinner and movies from boys or even shopping dates from girls. Maybe I wanted to protect my daughter from that. I wanted to make her stronger and more confident than I was. But instead, I started to feel like I had set her up for life as an outcast. When the boys wouldn’t let her play ball with them because she was a girl, she would come home in tears. And when the girls invited her to play princesses or have a tea party, she flat-out refused. Much like young Shiloh Jolie-Pitt and Dyson Kilodavis aka The Princess Boy, she wouldn’t compromise who she was.