My real parents are the ones who fed me a warm meal, who tucked me in at night, who brought me to dance class.
I wanted God to love me, but I also wanted to be in a relationship where I could be my true self.
I equated family to having a mom and dad, but what I didn’t understand was that love created the family, regardless of who was fulfilling that for me.
She became a mother before she received a drivers license, went to the prom, or graduated from high school.
I’m ready to share my story and I’m ready to tell it in the absence of fear. I’m hopeful that through this experience I walk into bravery with a newfound freedom and lightness, having the courage to do what I have wanted for so long.
Will you join me? Together, we can spread bravery, acknowledging both baby steps and big leaps, individuality and uniqueness, community and support. Let’s share our stories and support each other. One step at a time.
So, here we go. Time to take the first step into bravery.