Once upon a time, there was a boy who, one morning, sighed deeply and said: “I want to finally say that I feel different. That I am different.”His classmate looked at him in surprise. “What do you mean? We're all the same, aren’t we?”The boy replied, “I’m different because I like boys. And I don’t want to pretend anymore that I’m just like everyone else.”His classmate shook his head. “That’s not possible. You’ve always been just like us. Why would you suddenly be different?”The boy felt his heart pounding, but he said,
“I’m not suddenly different. I’ve always been this way. I just kept it hidden.” His classmate sighed.“Come on, let me show you you’re wrong.” Together they walked to a group of friends. 
“He thinks he’s different,” the classmate said. “But that doesn’t make any sense, right?” Some shrugged.
“Why make it complicated? Just act normal.”For a moment, the boy hesitated. What if they were right? Wouldn’t it be easier to keep hiding it? But then he took a deep breath and said: “You can think whatever you want, but I know who I am. And I’m proud of myself. I want to be who I am.” Silence followed. His classmate looked at him for a long time. Maybe not everyone had to be the same. From that day on, the boy knew: He didn’t have to be ashamed. He was who he was – and that was enough. Slowly, others began to understand too: Everyone deserves to be themselves. No one should have to hide.