It was met with nostalgic aunts who missed seeing my knees in the shadow of skirts, who reminded me that my kind of attitude would never bring a husband home, that I exist for heterosexual marriage and child-bearing.
Minhas tias sentiam nostalgia dos meus joelhos quando eu usava saias, o que me fazia lembrar que minha atitude nunca traria um marido para casa, que eu existo para  casamento heterossexual e ter filhos.