"As she finished typing that last dot, she ran her hand through her turquoise hair that had already lost any fresh glimmer and gotten darker from sweat, exuding a strong, unpleasant odor that she was long immune to. She was immune to anything, really. A big sigh, followed by some involuntary grunt, as her obese nose wouldn't let free the air as easily as it normally would. Easy. Normal. She was none of that. Ever since she had decided to be a woman, she was fighting the world. A fight that would only grow more intense when she also chose to be lesbian. Non-binary. Male sometimes, female other times. And she felt another revelation swelling up inside of her that would materialize itself in the following weeks. She knew it and was excited what it'd be. Maybe pansexuality? Maybe joining the polyamory community? Demi-sexual sounded so cool, she remembered that word from watching the Digimon-anime. But it didn't really matter, it never did. Because at the end of everything, one fact would remain: That she is a fighter. Fuck the police, fuck those who refuse to accept that black people get to say words that others don't. Fuck those white cis men that oppose having sex with a trans woman! And fuck all game developers, movie makers and book authors that refuse to make their fictional stories all about trans representation. Because that's what she ultimately fought for: Representation in fiction. Every day she goes to bed with tears in her eyes and wakes up the next morning with crusty lids, because of how much all those video games, movies and books hurt her and her online-friends. She vividly remembers that day when Chris Redfield wouldn't tell Jill "Sorry, Valentine, but I'm gay. So gay.". She remembers when Link in Breath of the Wild wasn't female; spent the whole night crying into her pillow. And noone could ever imagine the hurt and grief when it was revealed that Cyberpunk 2077, the biggest game of the year, featured a woman with a cybernetic dick on in-game adverts. Even the one openly trans-character in the game never once said "I'm trans! Player, look at me. I'm trans!" and that broke that final something inside her. She's a fighter. She'll always be. But that must wait until the evening. It's 10am, she woke up a couple minutes ago, and her friends are about to ring her appartment's door. She'll go out, have fun, enjoy some high class education at university, eat delicious food and plan for all the fun things she can imagine. Her life is the best it could be. But that's only on the outside. Once she's back home, in front of her computer, she'll return to her true self and fight this dark, nasty world. Because she's a fighter."