One would think of that day as a regular, simple day. You wake up, brush your teeth, get dressed and go to school, but not …show more content…
Everyone that attempted to talk to me I just pushed away. It was in the middle of lunch that I finally decided to speak up about the topic. I finally admitted to my friends that I was bisexual. At that point I was tired of hearing the constant chatter of everyone around me. I was slowly shutting myself from the world in preparation for their disapproval. But you want to know what I got instead. “Wow! That’s cool.” Never would I have imagined that my friends would call my sexuality “cool.” Apparently I overreacted the whole thing. Maybe it wasn’t that I was afraid of their reactions, but rather still coming to terms with myself. That day I went home relieved. Relieved that one bullet off my checklist was gone. Though I still had to tell my parents, it wasn’t my concern anymore at the moment. It would be a mission I would face later. And with that I walked …show more content…
I realized my sexuality wasn’t something I “chose” or “decided to be.” Being bisexual was my natural orientation though my preference leaned more towards women. It was something I had to take time to evaluate myself with. I knew who I was at 12 but it took me two years to fully understand myself. No one made me become this way. No one convinced me to become this way. This is just who I am. I can no longer deny my feeling and continue to hide a side of myself to satify societies standards. I am who I am and that’s it. There’s no changing because all I can do is continue to develop myself as a person and become happy with myself. And to become happy with myself is accepting