My husband and I used to frequent a local neighborhood coffee shop many years ago when I first began my journey in ministry.

Every week, we would see the same, emaciated male in his late 30’s who was in the process of “transitioning” from a male to a female.

He often wore a knit skirt, oversized blouse, pantyhose, wedged heels, a red scarf tied neatly around his neck, bright red lipstick applied over the natural lip line, fake lashes and heavy concealer.