Imagine growing up in a place where your total existence wasn't normal. In a place where you weren't really accepted as an individual. In a place where you had to hide who you were because you didn't fit the category or description — the standards and guidelines upheld by previous generations.

You were a disappointment to the old-fashioned. Of course, everyone is entitled to their own opinions. Yes, it's their birth right. Although this is present, many don't realize that sometimes the way that individual is isn't a choice.

"You don't choose to be any part of LGBT." You develop feelings, meaning you fall in love with the individual, no matter what they may be. Guy or girl. It's not at all easy — especially to those who are still hiding, those who are surrounded by their family's religion, and those who are being constantly reminded of their "wrong-doing," those transitioning.

It takes courage and a whole lot of confidence to introduce yourself to the world and those who surround you. I commend those who aren't judgmental and are accepting. It shows that there are still some good people out there in the world. And no, I am not saying that everyone else is bad. Again, they're "entitled to their own opinion," but it makes me happy when I see the good. It shows others that they're being supported and, for some people, all they really need is that support.

Now, with the laws and our eventful festivals, most may think we're insane. It was a fight, though. We rallied. It took a while, but I'm glad we are finally able to love freely. Not having to hold back. Not having to hide as much anymore. Yeah, growing up part of the LGBT community was tough, but, in the end, it's working itself out. We're winning.