I never got a choice on who I was. It was decided before I was ever born.
I was raised a perfect Catholic girl. I was to marry a rich man and get a fulfilling job before I went on to have my parents their lovely grandchildren.
My parents' plan worked until I started high school. That's where I met her. She was beautiful, funny, out and proud. I envied that.
We became quick friends despite our different upbringings. When we were hanging out one day I decided to ask her how she was able to accept herself.
Her response? "Isn't it better to be who I am?"
