The worst part about living in a small town is that fact that everybody knows everybody. No matter where you go, you are going to cross paths with someone you know. Growing up in the middle of nowhere, I knew Oh’ too well the distress of unwanted attention and super small circles. Living the life I lived, I found myself in a suffocating box, battling the struggles of identifying with society, but more so battling the struggle of identifying with myself. I knew very early in life that I was unique, special even! Little did I know that my greatest test would be disguised within my infatuation with the same sex.
There is one thing that I've come to know that I wish I knew day one in this life experience. Most of us are born into this beautifully abundant world with false premises about our own lives. Many of us find ourselves under the weight of a multitude of sins, struggles, and baggage —so disconnected from the vibrant splendor that is at the center of every moment. I wish someone would have told me of my own heroism; that I was the ‘belle of the ball,’ that the Superman I would seek in life would be myself.