My daughter Trinity is different than most little girls. How is that? Well, she is what society calls transgender. But what is she when you see her? She's a girl, a six year old little girl. Nothing more, nothing less. I chose to not let my daughter live by labels.
She already knows that she's special, but I will not, as her mother and advocate allow her to think she anyone other than just Trinity.
A few weeks ago, we watched a show on child pageants and my daughter found herself loving the dresses. She turned to me and said she wouldn't mind doing a pageant one day and see if she could get a trophy or princess crown. I said, I didn't know if the judges would let her do it and she looked at me and said, "Why not? I'm just as much a girl as they are."
I realized that, though my daughter knows that she has a certain boy part, it doesn't make her a boy. She knows that what she feels in her very heart, with every fiber of her being, she is a girl and can do anything they can do too.
My daughter is a package with the label girl, and if anyone believes otherwise about her, or other children and people like her, then maybe they are the ones that need to label themselves.