Dear mom,
This is hard to write.
I think I'm gay.
The year is 2014. You took me to the mall and I abandoned you to go see the latest band tees at Hot Topic.
That's when I saw her. Searching around in the Hot Mess box right next to me.
Blond hair and blue eyes. Her eyebrow cutely furrowed in concentration as she searched through the box of miscellaneous items.
She never once noticed my staring.
And as I forced myself to turn away from her I felt a clenching in my stomach that I had never felt before.
I was attracted to a girl.
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Mom, I was always the first to admit that girls were beautiful. And it was true. Long hair, short hair, thin, chubby, preppy, gothic, etc. But I had never wanted to date them. At least, I hadn't thought so.
And now suddenly, here I was, wondering what it would be like to date a girl.
Love,
Your daughter
