This Father’s Day, I have a lot to celebrate. I have not one, but two dads; my biological father and my stepdad, my mom’s husband.
It’s a natural reaction to turn away from that which we perceive as different. But it’s hard when the thing that’s different is me.
Coming out as bisexual to my friends and family was hard. But just when I thought I was done, my new relationship–with a boy!–pushed me back into the closet.
On my daily walk to school, I get harassed. It’s part of my routine: get off the bus, get catcalled, go to school, repeat. I was told to ignore it, avoid eye contact, and move away.
I’ve been dealing with acne since I was 10. I tried covering my face behind my hair. It got so bad that I even turned down last minute invitations to go out with friends.
When I left the public school system to attend a charter school, I was afraid. I was moving away from my friends. I didn’t want to wear a uniform. And I thought I’d miss out on the classic high school experience.
I’m half-white and half-Hispanic but until recently I only identified as white.
Brown University has been my dream school since I was 7 years old. I was over the moon when I was accepted. Until my twin decided to go as well.
I’m worried that getting admitted to a top school — one of the top achievements of my life thus far — might be diminished by classmates who assume that I didn’t earn my place.