My Coming Out Story

First of all, not everyone’s coming out story is the same.  For me, it was fairly easy. Don’t get me wrong, it was incredibly nervewracking, and every second of it I was scared out of my mind of their reaction, but in the end, I was glad I did it.

Not everybody realizes they’re different when they’re little. Some realize it when they’re in their teens, or even older. But just so you know, there’s no race or time limit to coming out. Just do whatever’s comfortable for you. If that’s never coming out, then that’s what’s best for you. If that’s coming out when you’re twelve, like I did, then that’s what’s best for you.

When I was little I was, no doubt, my parents’ little girl. I loved pink, and dresses, and everything “feminine”. But when I started getting older, I started to drift away from the pink, dresses, and braids and started leaning towards wearing basketball shorts, and baggy sweatshirts every day. I still had my long, curly, red hair hanging out of my baseball cap though, so people still called me a girl. I remained my parents’ little girl… for the most part.

I started playing flag football on an all-boys team and hanging out with more boys than girls. I’d dressed that way all up until the summer before seventh grade. When I was in sixth grade, my first year in middle school, people started giving me looks, and they’d tell me all these hurtful things about the way I dressed, and how I should act and dress more feminine. So I took those comments to heart, and just before seventh grade started, I went shopping and bought all new, all girls clothes.

For a little while, I liked it. People stopped saying mean things to me, and I thought life would go on. But I couldn’t ignore the constant image and thought in my head, that I was a boy. That’s when I’d first heard about the LGBT+ community. I heard the word ‘transgender’ for the first time, and it suddenly clicked. “I am transgender”.

First, I decided it was time to come out to my family. I wrote my parents a letter telling them I was transgender. They took it very well and told me that they’d love and support me no matter what. Then I told my siblings. I told them straight up, or should I say gay up, that I was trans, and that they should use male pronouns and Max when referring to me. They were very nice about it. They still call me my birth name, but they’re getting there. I am so grateful that I have such a loving and accepting family.

Then it was time to come out to my friends. I posted on Snapchat that I was trans and that everyone should call me Max from then on. I went to school the next day and everyone was super supportive of it, and surprisingly, I’ve only ever heard one person say one thing that wasn’t supportive to me.

Then it was time to come out to my teachers. My best friend and I went up to all of my teachers and explained to them that I was trans and that they should call me Max from then on, and they were all very supportive. Some took a little while, but they all ended up calling me Max.

Finally, it was time. It was time for a haircut. Since my hair had caused me major amounts of dysphoria*, I knew I had to do it. I was super nervous sitting in that chair, wondering whether it was the right decision to cut it off, but after about ten minutes of contemplating, I’d decided. It was time. They donated fourteen inches of my curly, red hair. And I’d just sat there… beaming. I could finally look in the mirror and see the person I’d envisioned in my head for so long.

I continue to change, and I’m still questioning myself, and my gender identity, but I’m very happy with the choices I’ve made in my life, bringing me closer to the person I dream of being. Every day I’m one step closer to becoming that person, and I’m lucky. Lucky to have everything, and everyone that I have and that love and accept me. And you deserve the same.

*dysphoria: the condition of feeling one’s emotional and psychological identity does not match up with one’s biological sex

One Cheesy Poem

You’ll Be The Cause

There are some things in life that you can’t change

But sadly, life will always have that

Life will never be straightforward

It will almost never go your way

You will have bad days, but they won’t all be like that

Life is a roller coaster, that only YOU can control

You can be the happiness in someone’s life

So trust yourself, with any challenge you face

Because YOU will be the cause of a better world

I Finished It!

Today’s the last day of the Slice of Life Challenge! I didn’t think I’d be able to finish it but I did! I feel so accomplished now! But I’m so happy I’m done. But it’ll feel weird tomorrow, when I don’t have to write a blog post.

No Time

Why does my history teacher either give us no homework, or so much homework it’s undoable? There’s literally no time to do it, if you actually have to do something over the weekend. Luckily, she gives it to us over the weekend, rather than on a school night, but really, why?! And she only tells us about the upcoming test, I don’t know, four days before it! What is that! How come we have to fill out the study guide too? Since we don’t go over the study guide in class, you might not have all the right answers for the test, so you’ll be studying the wrong thing. That’s just a recipient for disaster.

I’m So Scared

My math test is today and I’m so scared. The grade I get on this test could either make or break my A in math. And this is the last grade of the quarter, so if I don’t do so well on it,  I might not make it into the all A honor roll, and the retakes for the test are on my birthday. I’m so scared, wish me luck.

Softball Season Started!

I didn’t think softball season started for another week, but today’s my first practice! I love softball, it’s by far my favorite sport. I really hope I have another great team. Almost all of the time, during softball season, I have an awesome team, and I’m hoping for another great team again! But even if my team isn’t great, I’m sure it’ll be great. And two of the girls on my team last season, are on my team again, and one of the girls who’s in my team again, is a REALLY good pitcher.

I’ve Waited All Year For This

My birthday’s only a week from today! I’ve waited all year for my birthday. The bad thing about my birthday this year, is that it’s on a Monday, which everyone knows to be the worst day of the week, and it’s on an A day, and B days are WAY better than A days.

Softball Is Better Than Life

I can’t wait for softball season to start up again! Softball is my favorite sport, and I’m actually pretty good at it. This is going to be my fourth or fifth season doing it. I’m a first basemen, and I really enjoy first. But if I’m ever in the outfield, I always end up zoning out, until my coach yells at me. But when I’m at first, there’s almost always going to be a play at first, so I have to remain focused. And I can’t tell you how good it feels to hit a home run, or even a triple. You’re whole team is so happy, and the coach always appreciates a home run, especially when the bases are loaded. I can’t wait until it starts again.

Why Weekends Are Better Than School Days

Weekends are WAY better than school days for the following reasons:

  1. On weekends, there’s no school, and for the most part no homework
  2. You don’t have to worry about the science test coming up, because it’s the weekend, time to relax, not worry about school
  3. If you play any sports, you’ll probably have a game on the weekend, so that’s another opportunity to win
  4. If you do have any homework, you have 48 hours to get it done, that’s a lot more than the three hours you’d normally have
  5. You can wake up as late as you want, because there’s no one to tell you to get up or else you’ll be late on the weekend

But then Monday comes around, and ruins it all.