The Courage of Children: Boston and Beyond XXXIII
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JESS SURNAMER<br />
ALEX JONES, TEACHER<br />
<strong>The</strong> Park School, Brookline, MA<br />
A girl named Mila was born in September 2011. She did not want to leave the<br />
safety <strong>of</strong> the womb, but Mila had to, for her mother’s health. That was Mila’s<br />
first act <strong>of</strong> courage. She entered the world <strong>and</strong> was placed on a table with a<br />
bright light, as if she were a science experiment. Everyone watched so intently,<br />
as if they expected something to go wrong. And unfortunately for little Mila,<br />
things did go wrong. Again, <strong>and</strong> again, <strong>and</strong> again.<br />
Mila Surnamer was just a little girl. Or was she? Mila always wondered what it<br />
would be like to be a boy. What it would be like to wear the ugliest sweatpants<br />
<strong>and</strong> dirtiest sweatshirt but still have every girl in the room want her. She<br />
wanted to have short curly hair that she could run her fingers through so it<br />
looked fluffy <strong>and</strong> cute, she wanted to have a low rockstar voice that sounded<br />
cool <strong>and</strong> moody, <strong>and</strong> she wanted girls to stare at her as she walked down the<br />
hallway. But she couldn’t have those things. Because, according to her gender<br />
assigned at birth <strong>and</strong> the way she looked, she was a long- <strong>and</strong> frizzy-haired,<br />
high-pitched, whiny-sounding girl who no other girl wanted, because then they<br />
would be “lesbians.”<br />
Although, did Mila truly want to be a boy? Was she faking everything? Mila<br />
had no idea. She grew up in a space where LBGTQ+ identities were supported,<br />
not frowned upon. But she wasn’t even sure what she identified with. Mila<br />
wanted to tell her friends <strong>and</strong> family how she felt, but what was she going to<br />
say? She was just in third grade at the time, having all these feelings about girls<br />
<strong>and</strong> boys, about how she looked <strong>and</strong> sounded, about where she fit in. Did she<br />
want to be a boy, or just have girls like her? Was she pansexual? Bisexual?<br />
Transgender? Gay? Every time she started to think about it, her palms would<br />
get sweaty <strong>and</strong> her brain would start spinning. She wanted to cry, feel the hot<br />
water falling down her face. She wanted the people around her to know she<br />
wasn’t okay. But she also didn’t want them to try to fix her. She didn’t even<br />
know what was wrong, <strong>and</strong> she <strong>of</strong> all people should be the first person to know<br />
that. <strong>The</strong>n, she entered sixth grade.<br />
Mila was more <strong>of</strong> themself that year, their pronouns being nonbinary <strong>and</strong> their<br />
sexuality queer. <strong>The</strong>y liked themselves. Or maybe they just wanted to think<br />
they did, because they just wanted to feel secure for once. But something still<br />
wasn’t right. Mila didn’t feel as if their name was even theirs anymore; they<br />
wondered if maybe it was just another label that they didn’t identify with. That<br />
“JESS DIDN’T KNOW<br />
WHAT THE FUTURE<br />
WOULD HOLD. BUT<br />
HE KNEW WHO HE<br />
WAS. AND THAT<br />
WAS ENOUGH.”<br />
uncomfortable feeling <strong>of</strong> sweaty palms <strong>and</strong> awkward silence came back. So,<br />
they tried something different. <strong>The</strong>y went by Jess. <strong>The</strong>y chose Jess because it<br />
was a very masculine name. Nothing like their old name.<br />
Now that they had labels that fit with their identity, it hit them, just like the bus<br />
in Mean Girls. <strong>The</strong>y were transgender. Being a boy was just the right fit for him.<br />
And now that he knew who he was, he could share himself with others. Even<br />
though he was relieved, he was also scared. Telling his parents that he wasn’t<br />
their baby girl anymore was the most frightening thing he could ever think <strong>of</strong>.<br />
He knew his parents were supportive <strong>of</strong> LGBTQ+ rights in general, but would<br />
they be supportive <strong>of</strong> their own child? He thought long <strong>and</strong> hard about how he<br />
was going to tell them. He said that he didn’t want to forget the person he was;<br />
he just didn’t want to be them anymore. He loved them, but he had never really<br />
liked being them.<br />
Even though his parents understood, there were still some hiccups. <strong>The</strong>y would<br />
sometimes forget his name <strong>and</strong> his pronouns or question whether it was all just<br />
puberty. But it wasn’t. And as long as Jess knew that, he would have the<br />
courage to keep going.<br />
He wasn’t naïve enough to believe the future wouldn’t hold more challenges—<br />
that he wouldn’t lose friends over this or be treated differently. But Jess was<br />
starting to realize that he didn’t care. He would embrace the stares in the school<br />
hallways, enjoy wearing the ugly sweats, <strong>and</strong> find the people who liked him for<br />
him. Jess’s first brave act was in September 2011. But it certainly wasn’t his last.<br />
Jess didn’t know what the future would hold. But he knew who he was. And<br />
that was enough.<br />
THE COURAGE OF CHILDREN: BOSTON AND BEYOND<br />
VOLUME <strong>XXXIII</strong><br />
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