We all think we know each other but do we really because on the outside we may look like we are put together and have a great life but on the inside you may never know. This is how I was described by some of my friends bc I always spent time doing my makeup, picking an outfit, and getting ready. At school I was the happy kid who was confident in their sexuality and the pronouns they wanted to use but when I got home it had felt like everything my mom had ever said about not being homophobic and supporting who people are was just thrown down the drain to her I was her daughter who wanted a boyfriend and was jus going through a phase when in reality I just wanted to be her child tha wanted to be who they are and show who they liked.
Over time it felt like I had been led on by my mother just to be dropped in the middle of the road to be run over by a bus. I loved who I was and my friends did too, I was tired of letting my parents choose how I displayed to my family and I knew that if my mom made another comment about how I didnt dress feminine and finally getting the haircut I dreamed of made me look like a boy I would tell her that I didn't care and if she was going to ignore the fact it isn't a phase then I would leave to someone who loved me.