Jesus Shows Up in the Strangest Spaces

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I was raised Catholic and was a really good one in the beginning, when I was too young to commit a serious sin. When I turned ten, I was convinced I would become a nun, picturing myself as a badass martyr like Joan of Arc or a modest girl like Saint Therese, “The Little Flower.”

Then, I discovered boys and realized none of that was going to happen.