Story #2501

When I first came out, I was 15. I was in denial about my infatuation with my same-sex best friend of four years. I was so confused about my emotions for so long that I’d write poetry about it for only my eyes to see. It took me those four years to finally realize and confess to her. For the longest time before that, I tried my hardest to appear like a ‘normal’ woman to a point where I rejected those part of the same identity as me and I’ve come to regret it. I used to essentially be a ‘pick me’, catering to men for their validation, only to realize that I didn’t even want their attention to begin with. (F/20/Demi)