My eleven-year-old daughter is regularly called a lesbian in the conservative Southern town that we live. Not because she has identified her gender, but because she does not dress the same as all of the other girls or wear any makeup. She wears linen baggy pants with casual t-shirts. And it is not as if the other girls are dressed more formally than her, but there is a ‘prescribed’ casual look that involves Lululemon and expensive sports casual clothing bought at stores like Dick’s Sporting Goods.
My daughter doodles a skeleton on her hand, and the girl next to her calls her ‘emo’ akin to pariah in the culture. The boy on the other side says, ‘why don’t you just go kiss a girl already. Faggot.’
My heart breaks when I hear her tell me these things.
‘Keep carving your own way. Fly,’ I silently entreat her.
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