Pride

All my life I haven't known who I am.

I was laughed at for not doing things with boys. Called a prude, a chicken. But I'm not by any means a prude, and not chicken in that department. Did anyone ever think that perhaps I didn't WANT to do it?

For a long time, I wanted to be a boy. I dressed like a boy, I cut my hair. But I still felt wrong. Not once did I tell anyone about that. Not once did I ever think that how I felt wasn't bad. I didn't even know what I was.

Recently, I was saved. I know it's not wrong for me to feel the way I do. And I know what it is, now. I have been embraced, told it was alright to feel how I do. Encouraged even. But still there was those who didn't want to hear about it. Thought it was gross. But my friends were supportive. Maybe not in the first couple seconds, but after that, they were. Sure, none of them wanted to hear about it, but they knew, and they didn't shun me for that fact.

Then even more recently, I've found an urge. To tell every single person who I am. Because I know now, after so much time wasted not knowing. I'm proud to be who I am.

I'm proud to be a lesbian.