The eyes have it, and if they are the window to the soul they need cleaning, big time. Reflections are imperfect, limited by the material in which they are created. Even mirrors can be warped, distorting the image of what is seen. So too it is with the body, being an imperfect image of what is within. And for Transgender people, the image can be dead wrong, creating a storm of conflict between the heart and the body.
This is illustrated well by my new friend, Jen Waterman (@vickicrisswaters) in her piece “Before They Make Me Run”… Be sure to read the comments!!!