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.
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.