Commentary
When I was young, on any given day I vacillated between pink tutus and tennis warmups, toe shoes and sneakers. I simultaneously wanted to play “British Bulldog” with my older brother and cousins and look like a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit cover model. I was always a bit uncomfortable being a girly girl who wore dresses and lots of makeup, yet I still wanted boys to like me.
Like most teenagers, I was struggling to understand my identity and place in the world. However, my parents never thought twice about my gender or sex. Certainly, no teacher or other supervising adult at school ever asked me what gender I felt I was. I was a girl. Despite the outfits I wore or the sports I played, I was, am, and always will be female….