My Curls Are Proof
I was four years old when my parents were hosting a party for the Junior Chamber of Commerce. I went from guest to guest showing them a photo of me as a 2 year old and before my hair had been cut short. I told each guest that I was really a little girl and not a little boy and that the photo was my ‘proof’. After the party, that photo and all other photos of me with my long curls were hidden away. My memory of the loss of my photos has never been forgotten. I recovered my precious photographs when I was in my 30’s and years after I had transitioned from male to female. Mother didn’t see the point to hiding them any longer. I am now in my 60’s and living a very happy life.