When I was ten, my friends would say, “that’s so gay,” in a derogatory fashion. If it was bad or stupid, it was gay. I remember the way my heart sank and my stomach turned every time. It was 1999 and I was still unaware that I wasn’t what society assumed me to be, straight. It wasn’t until high school that I started to see women in a new light. Olivia Wilde was on The OC and Angelina Jolie was everywhere. But did it mean anything? I wasn’t attracted to girls in my everyday life, so I didn’t think so. Crushes are ambiguous. I was merely fascinated by them, right? But when I moved to Los Angeles at nineteen, the squeaky wheels of my identity started to turn. My fascination was suddenly beyond women as humans, but women as women. That little inkling in my soul was getting louder. So when I laid eyes on a woman at twenty-five who brought every cell in my body to life, it didn’t take me long to figure out what that inkling was. At twenty-seven, I stand tall in who I am. I’m proud to be a woman who loves a woman. I wasn’t born wrapped in a rainbow flag, but I didn’t tear it up when I saw it waving either. When I was ten, I didn’t know anybody who was openly gay and society’s acceptance was far from where we stand today. I may not have been aware of who I was back then, but there’s a ten-year-old out there right now who is. And it’s important that we continue to show that it’s okay, that it’s beautiful, that love is love is love. Listen to your heart, and use it. — t-shirt by Ingrid Michaelson with proceeds to The Trevor Project #useyourhearttee #thetrevorproject #ingridmichaelson #lgbtq #loveislove