For six years I’ve struggled to define what I am. I went from thinking I was straight my whole life, to thinking I was bi, to fluctuating between that and thinking I was a lesbian. I’ve decided though to stop trying to figure it out. It’s exhausting and not good for my mental health. My ocd brain loves answers and I think that’s why this has plagued me for six freaking years but I just woke up recently and decided that I don’t care anymore. I’m bi. I’m QUEER. I know using the word queer is controversial for some people and they don’t like it for the fact that it used to be used as a slur, but for me, it feels so right. I have positive connotations because the people of my generation I’ve been privileged to know made it feel like a beautiful, liberating word. I feel like it’s empowering. When I think about telling someone “I’m queer” I feel free. I want to be able to feel that way every day. Maybe this is what growing up is and not caring anymore what other people think.