From 658c3681179c5c435f489e5f4f3db26e8df703ae Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2023 14:30:09 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/embodied-exegesis.html | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/embodied-exegesis.html b/writing/post-self/embodied-exegesis.html index 165c55f67..547394623 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/embodied-exegesis.html +++ b/writing/post-self/embodied-exegesis.html @@ -190,7 +190,7 @@

I glance over at that fork of me, then look closer. Really, truly look. What I’d taken as too tall comes off as merely tall-ish, now that she’s not me. That too-high hairline is all but unnoticeable. That rectangular frame I’d bitched about plenty was…fine. Like, it was fine! She was fine!

I was fine.

My pushes her chair back to go stand by this new version of the old me, and similarities and differences crowd into my mind. There, two trans girls, just standing in a coffee shop, looking for all the world like they’re on a date. Maybe they don’t pass, not to my discerning eye, but they look fine. They look fine.

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There’s one unassailable thing about them:

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Here are all the unassailable, irrefutable facts about them: