In may of 2018, my class went on a class trip to Texas. I had already come out to some of my very close lgbtq friends, but somehow another girl in my class found out and told our whole class. we were all at a restaurant and I had heard what happened and let me tell you, I have never in my life cried so hard. More than half my class judged me and I really thought I wouldn’t be able to get over it. but eventually I did. I found my real friends, the people who stayed with me no matter what happened. THOSE were the people I wanted to be with. After that event, I’ve come to a conclusion that everything happens for a reason. I just needed to learn to be happy in my own body and now I’m learning how to love myself a little more everyday.