I’ve heard it so many times, “I understand what you’re going through,” but to be honest that’s a bunch of bull shark. I know that because I don’t even understand myself. Sometimes I think I’m just a confused, scared little kid.
Not knowing why I feel these feelings and I’m a boy is just so frustrating. Being young, around the age of five, you don’t worry about things like sexual identity.
“Veronica, Veronica... it’s your turn... you’re up next!” I jump with joy and run to the front of the class. It is my turn for show and tell, my favorite part of the week. I describe the silky blonde hair on my blue-eyed Barbie doll.
