A few years ago, a child was enrolled at my school, where I was principal, who was angry, hurt, and confused. At eight years old, they had been excluded from another local school. The world saw them as a boy, but they knew themself to be a girl. We walked a journey together. They shifted and we fell out of touch, but about three years ago, they contacted me over social media—just the once—but this time as a beautiful, confident, and, most importantly, happy young woman. She wanted to let me know where she was at in her journey, and to thank me for always seeing her.