What has my mother done now, you ask me.
Well, that pivotal moment when I chopped off all my hair to transition and whatever? Years ago. The hair was there, I was going to donate it to locks of love. Mom took it. I swear she said she’d do it, donate it, or throw it out.
I asked a few years ago, she still had it.
I just asked again.
And she still has it.
I feel violated.