Once I decided I was ready to come out, the first person I went to was my cousin; the one I knew would be the most loving and accepting. I figured it was best to start with someone who would always love me for who I am.
Even though she was 100 percent accepting and made sure I knew I was still loved, it didn't make the next few months any easier.
Looking back, I know I should have told so many people so much sooner, but even though my coming out journey started later than it should have, it still started.
I proceeded to come out to a few of my friends and my parents, and finally stopped hiding myself from the world.
Two months into being out, I feel so much more confident in myself and who I am.
I'm no longer afraid of being outed or judged by people who don't understand.
Though not everything is perfect.
I still struggle with internalized homophobia.
I still don't feel worthy of someone's love if they don't know I'm gay.
Coming out definitely isn't a one-time thing that happens once and never again. I'm always coming out to new people and still afraid to tell others.
I know things will get better with time, though right now, things aren't as bad as they were.
I'm glad I didn't wait even longer to finally accept what was true, even though it was one of the most emotionally challenging things I've done in my life.