Everyday the kiddos I work with ask me if I'm a girl or a boy and I tell them I'm a person so that they hopefully don't view the world in a cishet light. But it kills me at the same time because everyone there calls me Ms. but some of the kiddos stick up for me and tell the others I'm a boy and in my head I'm just like you have no idea how much I appreciate you.
*for a reference this is what I wore to work yesterday and this is my grandparents bathroom cause they got the cool mirrors*










