Personal Narrative: Barbie Doll's Hair

There I was, lying in bed watching television with my aunt. Then suddenly, a Barbie commercial came on. Seeing the colors, and the adjectives that described the products. Seeing how fun it looked to actually play with that doll. Seeing how great it looked to have an actual house where dolls can live. Seeing how long and silky the Barbie Doll’s hair looked was the moment when I realized that I was different. I wasn’t like most boys. I wasn’t into Hot Wheels, nor was I into video games where you shoot up people. I was never the football playing type. Once I was outside to play I wasn’t playing with the guys, I only played with the girls and sang songs while they jumped rope. I always love to play in my mom and my aunt’s hair. It was a joy. It made me happy. I always wondered what was so fun about these “Guy things.” I used to get highly upset to know that boy toys, and by games weren’t was fun as girl’s. I tried to figure out my whole life why I was so different. It …show more content…
It was the fact that I didn’t have an attraction to females. Yeah, I thought that they were pretty, but there was nothing else. It was just something about the male species that made me feel like that was what I was waiting for my whole life. At the point I still didn’t tell anyone. I still thought that I was just strange. I started to ignore my feelings. I started to date a female, who I loved dearly. We dated for the onal past four years. It started out great, but toward the end I started to realize that that wasn’t for me. Being with her wasn’t normal for me. That was strange. I couldn’t deal with it. It wasn’t me. I couldn’t say that I loved her. I couldn’t fix my lips to kiss her. It reached the point where I couldn’t breathe the same air as her. I couldn’t stand to be around her. She disturbed my stomach. It hurt me to know that I was wasting her time. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I realized that I was actually hurting her because I was