I constantly wonder if I am weak for not having the courage to admit it. I obviously cannot fully come to terms with this fact yet, but at least there is progress by writing about it. I hope to one day be proud of who I am, no matter what the consequence is, because living a lie is definitely not in my agenda. I want to be accepted and loved from my friends and family, no matter what, and I hope that they will continue to do so when I finally tell them. It hurts that in today’s society, people are still judged for whom they love, and not for whom they are. As America slowly becomes more accepting to everyone’s civil rights, I hope that every person struggling with their identity will not feel ashamed or shy to admit it anymore. That they will not be bullied to the point where they believe suicide is the only option. That there is hope, and there are people who care and that it is completely fine to accept yourself. It’s either becoming who others want you to be and living a complete lie, and having the biggest regret of your life… or embracing who you are while standing up for yourself, even in the face of friends and family.