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.
God would never turn a person away due to their hairstyle; the same is true with sexuality.
I wanted God to love me, but I also wanted to be in a relationship where I could be my true self.
I’m ready to trade in the anxiety, panic attacks, and sleepless nights for reassurance, peace, and restfulness.