My niece, like all nieces, was born perfect. She had this incredible curly hair, green eyes, freckles.

By her teens, she looked like a 1930's movie star. She was musical, intelligent, and weird. She was super into steampunk; she wore monocles and cat ears. She stood out in all of the best ways.

But she was neglected by her family. Her father, my brother, is a drug addict. Her mother is cold, distant, and mean. Her uncle is also an addict, and her grandfather is a suicidal alcoholic. And on and on. But there she was in the midst of all of that: This beacon of light and beauty and oddity.

A few years ago, she started university and shortly after came out as trans. She lives in a city where this is very common for folks her age. She split with her high school boyfriend, and he came out as trans too. Within a year, she was on testosterone and had a double mastectomy.

She is a heterosexual girl with no breasts who identifies as a gay man. It breaks me in two knowing that she mutilated herself.

She was perfect just the way she was.

- An Anonymous Aunt

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