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My fixation with my face wasn’t about my own vanity – it was just another manifestation of dysphoria.

I spent many sleepless nights worrying that being transgender meant that I would live a troubled life.

Have you ever lived somewhere and thought to yourself, “I’m not home yet”? That’s what my body has felt like the last 24 years of my life — a mere point in time; a temporary condition. Looking in the mirror was the equivalent of sleeping in a stranger’s bed. I felt like a visitor in my own body.