The Hidden Birth of a Trans Woman

The year 1967 was one of the best and one of the worst for me. I learned how things in my life could be good, that I could feel good about myself. Also, I learned what tragedy was and felt the impact of the death of a loved one. I had known for quite awhile that what I thought of myself on the inside didn’t match what I looked like on the outside. I went to bed every night praying, dreaming that I’d wake up as the girl I thought I was.

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