the left is 2013, at my high school graduation. a month before I cut my hair, a month before I moved out to start my transition, a month before my stepdad told me I was making my mom cry herself to sleep because of my decisions, a month before my last suicide attempt. the right is 2016, a bit over two years on hormones and happier than ever. If you asked 2013 me where I saw myself in the future, I would have told you dead. today is a different story. today I’m living.