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"My name is Mara," she said. "And I am not a trend. I am not a debate. I am your neighbor, your friend, your family. And I am finally home."

However, The Sanctuary wasn’t a utopia. Mara learned that quickly.

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"But I don’t even know how to be a woman yet," Mara admitted. "I don’t know the secret handshake."

On the anniversary of her first visit, Mara stood in front of The Sanctuary’s cracked mirror. The reflection was different now. Softer. Not because the hormones had worked magic—they had, but slowly—but because her eyes had changed. They no longer searched for flaws. They saw a woman. "My name is Mara," she said

"First time?" Delores asked.

A young trans man named Alex stood up. "My identity isn't a political statement. It's my life. And my life belongs here as much as yours." I am your neighbor, your friend, your family

"I used to think being trans was about becoming someone new," she said into the mic. "But it’s not. It’s about finally remembering who you were before the world told you to forget."