There's something I've never really admitted out loud before—at least, not like this.
Back then, I had a boyfriend at a really young age. Too young, if I'm being honest. And because of that, a lot of people started looking at me differently. Some parents didn't want their children to be friends with me anymore. They were afraid their kids would follow me and make the same mistakes. And you know what? I don't blame them. It's not their fault. It was mine.
I don't mean to sound dramatic, but I knew I was the problem. I made a choice without thinking about the consequences.
I don't blame anyone for how they reacted. I understand. If I were in their place, maybe I'd be scared too. I'm not here to play the victim. I'm just a girl who messed up and regrets it.
I hated my own reflection. I wanted to change but didn't know where to start.
It wasn't just the parents who judged me, either. I had classmates—friends even—who would mock BTS too. They'd call them gay, say they looked like girls, or even make fun of their clothes and hairstyles. It hurt at first, but you know what? I didn't stay quiet about it. I argued back.
I didn't care if they thought it was "weird" or "girly." I wasn't going to let anyone tell me what I could or couldn't love.
It wasn't easy. Sometimes, I'd feel that sting in my chest, like I didn't belong in the space where I stood, fighting for them.
No matter how many times people judged BTS for being different, I would always defend them. Because in a world that told me I was too much or too little, BTS and my parents we're who made me feel like I was enough.