I fucking love Margaret.

I really enjoyed this. I fully expect to be clocky for the rest of my life but I’m not letting that stop me. The thought that I might die a man is scarier than any version of “people think I’m ugly”. I thought I was an ugly man anyway.

I wish I had even half the courage she does :(

This was a great read and I really needed it right now. I’m a brick and that’s okay, I’m beautiful in my own way. I’ll find a lipstick that compliments my mustache!