Please, I'm A Transgender Former Boy-bander. You

Did God Ever Cry Over His Lost Angel, I Wonder?

Evie Didn’t Mind Yelling, But She Hated Feeling Judged. It Got Under Her Skin And Made Her Feel Small And Ugly And Unfixable.

I Love You For Who You Are, Not Who The World Thinks You Should Be.

I Think About Dying Every Day, Because I Can't Stop Thinking About Living.

But Aren't Many Gardens Beautiful Because They Are Imperfect?...aren't The Strange, New Flowers That Arise By Mistake Or Misadventure As Pleasing As The Well-tended And Planned?