“I always dreamt of not giving a fuck and just wearing whatever I want. I just never knew how scary that actually is,” I said to Cliff on the phone. It was an hour I had to meet him. “What’s so scary?” he responded. “Being myself,” I answered. Twirling around in front of the mirror, I admired myself. Beard buzzed. Heels strapped. Eyebrows snatched. I looked in the mirror and almost felt complete. With a last thought, I switched the gold choker to a chunky jewel neck piece. Who knows? Maybe Lizzo might notice me.