"I stand in front of the mirror as I remind myself that I don't have to wear the uniform anymore. I don't have to dress myself in men's attire. I can grow out my nails, and paint them with polish. I am finally free to have my ears pierced. I can speak in the voice that I've spent so many hours cultivating with my speech therapist. I don't have to hide my disgust anymore at being called "boet" or "sir." I no longer have to tolerate any references to my deadname." Anastacia has fought hard for her right to live, held back for decades by a body that didn't fit, and an identity that never...