In-betweens & Outliers
<p>I’m born, the first of four. Some people say they remember their birth. I do not. All I know is what my mom told me: that I was a beautiful baby boy who she loved all the way to the moon and back.</p>
<p>A brown-eyed boy — that’s what ended up on my birth certificate, the first permanent record of anyone telling me who to be.</p>
<p>Today I am decidedly not a boy, but I am still beautiful. This is my story.</p>
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