She looked in the mirror, her mascara smudged and her eyes swollen and red from crying. She looked like a mess and she knew it but she couldn’t care less.
A tear rolled down her cheek and she gulped. She couldn’t, she shouldn’t, she wouldn’t.
What about my family?
She sobbed quietly, a sob full of heartache and confusion.
What about my friends?
It felt like a weight had lifted off her chest and she managed to smile despite her internal freakout.
Are they going to accept me?
“I’m lesbian. And I’m okay with that.”
Do I care if they’re going to accept me?