There is a grief in being trans. In constantly being asked to prove something, to prove the right to exist, to correct someone’s misgendering, to desire safety that isn’t promised. And yet, there is also so much light. In the way we shape shift, turn dust into glitter, and build kinship out of scraps. The flicker of recognition at the grocery store... See more

The only threat trans women pose is that the rest of us are faced with an insistence to look at where we are hiding. Where are you unwilling to see yourself fully? Where are you unwilling to shift into a butterfly? Where are you unwilling to be seen as you are meant to be?