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“We all fulfill our quota of misfortune at some point in our life. This is what I believed as a ten-year-old. It was a belief system of my own creation, part of a silent theory based on fairness and balance. I believed that some reached their quota early and advanced to a life of access and abundance, while others had beginnings filled with open doors and opportunities until they were met with their share of misfortune.”

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Janet Mock
Janet Mock

Janet Mock is a writer, actress, and activist known for her profound insights into gender, race, and identity. She gained widespread attention for her memoir, 'Red Hair Girl,' which details her journey from a transgender woman to a public figure. more

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