When I was in the 2nd grade, I was called gay and many other names: which in my opinion a second grader shouldn’t even know/use.
That was the first time I felt like killing myself. I felt so under attack that I couldn’t breathe. The body I was in held me captive. I wanted a way out. However, something told me to push through it, and after 11 years of bullying I was finally ok with who I was. I didn’t care for others opinions. I stand up for myself and don’t need the energy. I have anything else to do. You need to do the same. You were born this way. ❤️ never forget that.