Accepting Me As Me

Growing up in a conservative family, I always knew I was different. I would always go around playing with girls, and was too shy to talk to any boys; in fact, I was scared of the mere thought of socializing with them in any way, shape or form. Despite this, I would admire them from afar, watching them play their more aggressive and mindless games. The first few years of my life were spent in Mexico, and at the time I was raised by my grandmother and grandfather. My grandparents would get me anything I desired; and thus, spoiled me. They never concerned themselves with the kinds of things they bought me, they only cared for my happiness. At the time I always wanted the pink and shiny toys, items that for the most part only girls would want. However problems quickly arose when I was forced to move back to America; for the simple reason that, my parents were not pleased with my outcome. This resulted in, them taking away numerous toys and clothing items, only letting me keep a few of the items my grandparents had bought me. Not only was I devastated that I could no longer see my grandpa...