I hate that I was raised the way I was…
Over the years I have come into my own; I know that I am bisexual, I know that somedays I don’t feel like a girl, I know that gender is not concrete and neither is sexuality, I know that clothing has no gender, I know that women are equally to men, I know that I shouldn’t be ashamed when I’m told I “act like a boy”, I know men that like to pamper themselves are still men, I know that using words like “slut” and “whore” is degrading and horrible, I know that it doesn’t matter if I am black or white or any other race, I know that disabilities don’t make a lesser person, I know that love is love, I know that mental illness is real. I know that religion is irrelevant to how people should be treated.
Even knowing all of these things, I catch myself making comments that make me cringe. I her myself calling the girl across the hall a whore, I see myself gravitate to other whites before a person of color. And I hate it. I hate those reactions. I hate them more than anything. Everyday I work to correct these injustices, and when I compare myself now to myself 2 years ago it’s like night and day.
I know that in this world there will always be people that do not know these truths but my children, friends, and family will never be among them again. I will never raise a child that has to learn these facts for themselves.