I fear that someone’s supposed judgment of my sexuality will have a direct and negative result on my character.
The point is to be confident in who you are. Regardless of sex, gender, nationality, religion, culture, or whatever it may be that makes you, you.
So, to the men who told me I couldn’t and to the people who told me I’m not worthy, I have only five words for you: I’m not less than you.
But instead I was told I couldn’t be who I was, I was shamed, ignored and threatened with termination of enrollment. You showed me who God wasn’t, the judgment stronger than any form of love.
Hear stories and listen to what makes each person their individual selves instead of placing them into a box. Be good to one another. Be kind and open, and be a human to a human.
I easily fell into that way of thinking, equating my lack of interest in boys to thinking I wasn’t ready for them; I was too immature or had other interests that required my attention. I believed I must just be a late bloomer.