How did you accepted yourself?

By stumbling upon the quote, "God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers". Who am I, or anybody to say that being gay is a curse? No one knows the outcome and no one ever will.

 

I had no problem with it whatsoever. I just couldn't figure out who I was, but accepting myself has never been a problem for me.

 

Looking through photos on Facebook that were pro-LGBT before that I had a pretend it did not exist policy in my head

 

Thanks to androgynous models and also the way in which the fashion system loves androgyny and Mika.

 

Honestly, sheer exhaustion. :lol: Just got tired of flagellating myself nonstop. A little later is when came the realization that there was genuinely nothing wrong with my sexual/identity feelings. (Finding EC really helped.)

 

I don't think I ever went through a denial phase. I just thought "ok, guess I'm gay".

 

Hmm i think it was gradual
I realised that you cannot live for everyone else. And those who love you will take happiness in your happiness

 

Exhaustion. I simply couldn't fight against reality anymore. I think that feeling that I wasn't giving others what they needed bc of damaging myself emotionally forced my hand.

I accept myself but I don't know that I love myself, not bc of my gender but just bc I feel flawed in other ways.

 

At first I was in denial but deep down I knew who I was. My denial phase finished when I just... stopped caring I guess. Life got complicated enough without me trying to complicate it even more so I accepted, stopped pretending, came out and moved on.

 

I didn't have a problem with it, there was just a while where I didn't know if I was gay. After figuring that out, I was fine with it - the bigger problem was that I didn't know how I could've thought for years I was straight before suddenly only liking guys.

 

I just had to work things out in my head. I had to explore and reflect on my feelings about things to be sure that's how I felt. Once I came to the conclusion, I decided there was no point denying it or hiding from it so I just accepted it and carried on with my life.

Happy days

 

I grew tired of not listening to what my heart was saying vs my mind. I just wasn't meant to be straight so instead of running from it, I embraced it.

 

I'm always happy with myself and I never denied who I was

 

When my feelings for the same sex weren't going away, and I never felt that spark with any of my relationships with men.. that I wasn't going to change

 

I've always been okay with it. I knew there was nothing wrong with me being who I am..the hard part for me is getting other people to accept it.

 

I was 19 when I found out I was transgender, and I accepted myself pretty shortly after (maybe like a few days after knowing). I was just really relieved by the fact that I finally had an answer to what I had been feeling all my life.

 

Ermm probably the moment I felt proud about it. When people call you faggot and queer....yes I am, come suck me bitch. I cant recall when this is, maybe I was about 14. Oh and when I started writing gay fan fics. Ohh

 

Well for me i had dreams that were telling me that i was living a lie, it started at age 12. That was around the time i learned to masturbate. I didn't think about it until 16 years later when i was 28 and i first dressed in drag. I said "WOW" i never thought i would ever look that good. Fast forward 6 years later in Nov 20, 2013. I was able to let go of that hatred I had for myself because my mom told me that when i was very little I was "Extremely effeminate" or in my dad's words "Faggy" so i was made to hang out with the "men" to make me more masculine. When my mom told me this story i forgave myself and ever since i learned to cut myself a break and love myself. I realized from that moment that i was never meant to be a man.

 

After 15+ years of hiding it, I was in the shower over Thanksgiving and I was by myself in the house, and I just broke down from exhaustion. I looked in the mirror and said, "I'm gay." That was me accepting my own sexuality. Accepting myself is another story, and one that is still being written.