The Great Gatsby Autobiography

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When I was 8 I loved the dolls my grandma would buy me. They were beautiful, and insanely intricate. Alternatively, I loved when my older brother would teach me how to “judo kick” off the quarter-pipe at our local skate park. No one has ever been able to pinpoint exactly what kind of girl I am. From the beginning of school, I felt different from other girls my age, but I did not understand what made me feel so out of place. I was teased for wearing my brothers hand-me-downs, and being a crybaby.I knew there was something broken in me when all my friends started developing their first crushes on boys,and I was entirely disinterested in them. Finally, I admitted to myself that I was gay when I was twelve. I remember vividly I was standing in