"When I was pregnant with you, this old, homeless, dirty gipsy woman on the lower east side of Manhattan stopped me in the street to tell me that I was having a boy because of how low my stomach was hanging. When I gave birth to a girl, I tried to find the old beggar to tell her that she was wrong & I gave birth to a beautiful girl. 21 years later, I need to go back, find that smelly snaggle toothed troll & tell her she was right all along" - My mother’s words on me being transgender.
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