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My youngest boy was favoring all things girl…the epitome of femininity. He wanted anything pink, anything girly, anything feminine. The doctors said it was a phase, it would pass, it was temporary and regular but I knew different. I saw my little one put on a girly dress up accessory and spin….feeling beautiful…while no one was looking. When a child finds such joy in something that is solely done when they are alone for their own enjoyment, that shows me it’s not a phase, not a stage, not temporary. This was who my child was…was becoming, no it’s who she was on the inside. I have a transgender youth and it all began at age two. I couldn’t be more comfortable with it, more loving about it, more supportive of it. She is my most girly girly of the bunch.

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