She was confused, unsure of what she wanted or how she felt. She lived a double life because she feared what others would think. Would they judge her? How would they react? Would treat her the same? She went back and forth, today she was a secretly accepted lesbian and tomorrow will resume her roll as the cute red head with a boyfriend. Her boyish self-image was sometimes questioned but she denied and denied. Everyday she was tempted to shout the truth…or at least until she came out, or in other words, came out of the closet. It was such a big weight lifted off her shoulders. She could be herself, with nothing to hide. For the first time in her life she left complete, she felt excepted and alive.
I always have my doubts about whether coming out of the closet is that much of a relief. When it comes to sexuality, we all have stuff to hide or at least stuff we want to keep private. I've seen people come out who become aggressive, feel victimized, obsessively look for signs of disrespect--those people are not happy, in or out.
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