Middle School Girls: An Intertextual Analysis

During middle school, about 7th and 8th grade, is when I began noticing my attraction towards girls. At first I assumed this was just me recognizing the fact that other girls are pretty, but I soon realized it was more than this. I was terrified and confused; middle school was already a tough time for most kids. Everybody was going through puberty and beginning the early stages of figuring out who they are and who they want to be. And I, being an awkward looking and incredibly insecure twelve year old girl, was very alarmed at what this meant. At this point in my life they was no other sexualities I knew of besides gay or straight. I knew that I liked the opposite gender. I was attracted to boys and had crushes on them since as far …show more content…
Instead of addressing this problem I had, instead of researching it or discussing it with a friend, I let my insecurities and fears get the best of me and pushed this issue down and buried it so I would not think of it again. This worked surprisingly well for me up until about sophomore year of high school.

At this point in my life, I still had many insecurities. I was very unconfident in who I was, my relationships with my friends and family, and how my peers looked at me. I had not addressed my identity crisis until my own feelings forced me to question my sexuality, again. I quickly realized I had grown strong feelings towards a close friend of mine, who happened to be a girl. This realization sent me into a panic of anxiety and confusion for months. I would take countless sexuality quizzes to see what the internet thought of my dilemma. I …show more content…
Once I began identifying myself, most people would think it would get easier, but now I had to tell my loved ones who I am. Even the thought of telling my two best friends made me feel sick. “What if they didn’t want to hug me anymore, or have sleepovers? What if they look at me like I’m weird? What if they can’t stay friends with me, or stopped caring for me?” It took me a few more months to gain the courage to tell them, and once I did, it was like nothing had changed. The flood of relief that came over me was like nothing I have ever felt before. They accepted me, all of me. I was more confident than ever. Slowly, one by one I would tell everyone I was close too. Once I got most of my friends out of the way, I would tell my siblings. Then I told my boyfriend, who I just started dating in the middle of my coming out process. Months later I decided that since everyone else knew and accepted me, I was ready to tell my parents. Coming out to my parents was the hardest thing I ever had to do. It took a lot of courage and a lot of tears. The amount of love and support I received from both family and friends was incredibly