My name’s Izzy. I’m 13 years old, I like anything involving music, art, or photography. I’m also transgender (male-to-female) and bisexual.When I was about 10, I saw a transgender person on the news, and I wanted to be like them. At the time, I was getting bullied for playing with the girls during recess. I told my parents about it, and how I wanted to become trans, and they let me become trans. However, they were catholics, and they believed that being trans was wrong and they left me alone, out on the streets of Baltimore, Maryland.I was only 10 at the time – about to turn 11 – and it was hard on me, until a family adopted me and I ended up with that family, who were supportive about me being trans.
Almost a year ago, I had my first feelings for a girl, although they turned out to identify as a male, and I was confused. I knew the feeling for men was still there, but there was that new feeling for women. I talked to my parents (well, guardians) about it and I learned that I was bisexual.I started getting bullied at school when I came out to my friends about being bi/trans and while one kid said that they would help me through it and all, the others decided not to care. I started becoming depressed and tried to end my life until my friend, Grace, gave me a helpline and I started feeling better about myself. I joined an LGBTQ+ support group, which helped a LOT. And now, at my school, I’m the leader of my school’s LGBTQ+ club.If you’re coming out, then I know it’s hard, but you can do it. And remember: “sometimes you gotta fall before you fly” – sleeping with sirens and “darling you’ll be okay” – pierce the veil.Izzy’s Blog: lostinmyownworldblog.wordpresst.com
Izzy’s story shows that through everything it is important to be yourself and fight through the hate, be true to yourself.
The Unite Team