"She Simply Does Not Arrive Alone"

I look in the mirror and I see a woman looking back at me.

Well.

The shape of one, at least.

The first time I remember feeling the fracture of gender was around four years old, when someone told me I needed to put a shirt on because I was a girl.

Not a boy.

And maybe that was the beginning of it.

The moment I understood that bodies become instructions very qu…