By Lorette C. Luzajic

It was a chintzy dollar-store tiara, but this queen shone with inner beauty and galactic light.

By Lorette C. Luzajic

“I did everything they told me, but still, I got smaller. And everything hurt, even the sunlight on my skin. I didn’t tell anyone what was going on in inside of me, how lonely it felt to know you were going to die when you were just a colt yourself.”