I know intimately what it feels like to crave representation and validation, to see your life reflected in someone who speaks deeply to whom you know yourself to be, echoes your reality, and instills you with possibility. That mirror wasn't accessible to me growing up. It was an utterly lonely place to be. So when a girl with tears in her eyes embraces me and tells me "I want to be like you when I grow up" or "Reading your story has given me hope" or "You're my hero," I understand the gravity of her statements.
-- Janet Mock, Redefining Realness, p. xvi