Changes

Your age. Changes. Your face changes. And you’re put through these different phases. You realize you changed when you’re put in these different situations. But me. How did I change? 

My friends around me changed with the sexuality . I wasn’t lesbian. Nor bi. I just....... liked more guys. 

 

I never liked stairs because they were a constant reminder that my body changed. My breast which had grown father away from chest.

 

My hormones that corse through my bones and made me do things that pushed out moans. My friends say “ it’s ok. Your changing”. But what does that mean.

Was I not the same teen. The same girl. The same person. I...... am still Kaliyah right . I still am a daughter, teenager, girl, and human .

I just do different things.

These different things help me get more friends. These things helped me get a boyfriend and be able to go the mall and spend.

These things helped be able to be more open with my parents and yes I was embarrassed. But it made me realized that I had their full support and attention.

And I love them for who they are just as them for me. So no matter how many changes I go through. I know that I will love them because they make me.

Me!

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