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“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” This famous quote by Dr. Seuss is one which I have decided to live by for the past year. Throughout my entire life I have been afraid of who I was, to the point where I almost didn’t want to live with the fear of knowing it. Personally, I can say that no one can understand the hardships of growing up as a homosexual unless they are one, and I am. Nobody can understand the secret embarrassment of hiding his Barbie dolls from friends, or having to hear that word “fag” everyday in the 5th grade. No child can feel so alone and hidden from the world at the age of 9, crying every night because he is afraid to go to school. And certainly no other high school student can relate to the pain and stress of hiding the idea of being gay from your loved ones. I lived through this and I can say that it has made the biggest impact on my life than any other situation in my past. I say this because through all this pressure, fear, and embarrassment, finally lead to pride when I decided that I couldn’t hide who I was anymore, and had to let the world know the truth!
Let me begin with that fact that I know that I was a happy child; I just grew up in a very unhappy surrounding at school. I can admit right now that from the day I found out man and woman got married, I knew I was gay. I’ve never been attracted to women, or I should say girls my age, but I did attract them because all of my friends were girls and I personally found nothing wrong with it, though others did. When a young boy hears “Do you want to be a girl?” in the third grade from a classmate, they know the way they are living is the “wrong way”. That is when I started noticing that being my true self wasn’t right, or at least not to them, and it was quite confusing to me. In the fourth grade I was asked “Are you bi-sexual?” in the cafeteria lunch line; I had no idea what that meant! Later that day I asked my mother what it meant, she told me, and I cried. I knew that me having crushes on the other boys was wrong, but I couldn’t change it, and this really scared me. As terrifying as it sounds, when I was in the 5th grade I tried to commit suicide because I thought I wasn’t supposed to be living on this earth being so different. Constantly hearing terrible words being called to you on the bus, and in school, makes a child think crazy thoughts. I was sent to therapists, I talked to teachers and guidance counselors, but in the end they couldn’t solve my problem because there was no problem with me. I was just different and I take pride in who I was then and who I am now.
Coming out of the closet was scarier than any decision I had ever made! Whether it was telling Samantha through a note in Geometry Class, telling Michelle the night before we went to the prom, or even telling Christine through an email. Each situation had a certain impact on me, and each was an act of courage on my part through the “coming-out” process. Nothing was harder for me than telling my parents. I can remember the two different days in my head like it was yesterday. Telling my mom was hard, it was like turning yourself in for a crime; but when I did it I felt relieved. I will never forget her eyes. So many emotions came out of them and I didn't know how to react, but her smile said it all. She loved me for who I am and always will no matter what. Telling my dad was harder than anything I have ever done. Everyone knows that a father wants a son to grow up playing anything that ended in “ball” not “doll" and that son was my older brother. But when I told him he was extremely accepting and also told me he loved me no matter what. That was the cherry on my cake, and I feel that we have become even closer because of it.
I never knew that coming out of the closet would be as amazing as it was, and it led me to be more open as who I am. Now I can tell anyone that I’m gay and have no regrets about it. I date and have other gay friends because in the end, it’s my life and as long as I am enjoying it, that’s all that matter. Because, like everyone’s good friend Dr. Seuss said, “those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind”, and I couldn’t have said it better myself!
“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” This famous quote by Dr. Seuss is one which I have decided to live by for the past year. Throughout my entire life I have been afraid of who I was, to the point where I almost didn’t want to live with the fear of knowing it. Personally, I can say that no one can understand the hardships of growing up as a homosexual unless they are one, and I am. Nobody can understand the secret embarrassment of hiding his Barbie dolls from friends, or having to hear that word “fag” everyday in the 5th grade. No child can feel so alone and hidden from the world at the age of 9, crying every night because he is afraid to go to school. And certainly no other high school student can relate to the pain and stress of hiding the idea of being gay from your loved ones. I lived through this and I can say that it has made the biggest impact on my life than any other situation in my past. I say this because through all this pressure, fear, and embarrassment, finally lead to pride when I decided that I couldn’t hide who I was anymore, and had to let the world know the truth!
Let me begin with that fact that I know that I was a happy child; I just grew up in a very unhappy surrounding at school. I can admit right now that from the day I found out man and woman got married, I knew I was gay. I’ve never been attracted to women, or I should say girls my age, but I did attract them because all of my friends were girls and I personally found nothing wrong with it, though others did. When a young boy hears “Do you want to be a girl?” in the third grade from a classmate, they know the way they are living is the “wrong way”. That is when I started noticing that being my true self wasn’t right, or at least not to them, and it was quite confusing to me. In the fourth grade I was asked “Are you bi-sexual?” in the cafeteria lunch line; I had no idea what that meant! Later that day I asked my mother what it meant, she told me, and I cried. I knew that me having crushes on the other boys was wrong, but I couldn’t change it, and this really scared me. As terrifying as it sounds, when I was in the 5th grade I tried to commit suicide because I thought I wasn’t supposed to be living on this earth being so different. Constantly hearing terrible words being called to you on the bus, and in school, makes a child think crazy thoughts. I was sent to therapists, I talked to teachers and guidance counselors, but in the end they couldn’t solve my problem because there was no problem with me. I was just different and I take pride in who I was then and who I am now.
Coming out of the closet was scarier than any decision I had ever made! Whether it was telling Samantha through a note in Geometry Class, telling Michelle the night before we went to the prom, or even telling Christine through an email. Each situation had a certain impact on me, and each was an act of courage on my part through the “coming-out” process. Nothing was harder for me than telling my parents. I can remember the two different days in my head like it was yesterday. Telling my mom was hard, it was like turning yourself in for a crime; but when I did it I felt relieved. I will never forget her eyes. So many emotions came out of them and I didn't know how to react, but her smile said it all. She loved me for who I am and always will no matter what. Telling my dad was harder than anything I have ever done. Everyone knows that a father wants a son to grow up playing anything that ended in “ball” not “doll" and that son was my older brother. But when I told him he was extremely accepting and also told me he loved me no matter what. That was the cherry on my cake, and I feel that we have become even closer because of it.
I never knew that coming out of the closet would be as amazing as it was, and it led me to be more open as who I am. Now I can tell anyone that I’m gay and have no regrets about it. I date and have other gay friends because in the end, it’s my life and as long as I am enjoying it, that’s all that matter. Because, like everyone’s good friend Dr. Seuss said, “those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind”, and I couldn’t have said it better myself!
If that is the most relevant issue in your life that you feel defined you then by all means write about it...Personally, I would be completely afraid of a homophobe reviewing my application and turning me down. That's me being 100% honest. But your argument could of course be "I wouldn't want to go to a school where I didn't get accepted for being gay anyway" Touche. Just covering all ends here 
