Hey, diary. It's me, Alice. Today I wanted to talk about something that's been on my mind a lot lately - being bisexual.
I never really thought much about my sexuality growing up. I mean, sure, I had crushes on both boys and girls, but it wasn't until high school that I realized there was actually a word for how I felt. Bisexual.
When I first came out to my friends, they were super supportive. They didn't treat me any differently and accepted me for who I am. But when it came time to tell my parents... well let's just say things didn't go as smoothly.
My mom was the first person in the family that I told. She seemed okay with it at first, but then she started asking all these questions like "Are you sure?" or "Maybe you're just confused." It hurt knowing that she couldn't accept this part of me.
And then there's my dad... he straight up told me that being bisexual was wrong and against our beliefs as a family. He said some pretty hurtful things that made me question whether or not coming out was even worth it.
But despite their disapproval, I refuse to hide who I am anymore. My sexuality is a part of what makes me ME and if they can't accept that then maybe they don’t deserve to know the real Alice.
Being bisexual isn’t easy in a world where people love putting labels on everything – including your own identity – but at least now I know who I truly am: someone unapologetically herself no matter what anyone else says or thinks.