I began noticing that I was attracted to girls when I was twelve, but I didn't understand what it meant. I came out as bisexual first to my best friend when I was fourteen. A few months later I confessed to being a lesbian, not bi. The label flip-flopped for the next few years. Telling her didn't affect my life, at all, really. However, when I was eighteen, I was forced to come out to my mom after she cornered me about something she had seen on MySpace. This drastically changed my life. I was away at college at the time and felt like I couldn't go home. After several weeks, my parents convinced me to come home for the weekend, but I couldn't handle the tense feelings and left after a day. For almost a year, nearly every time my mom looked at me she started crying. I think things may have turned out differently had I been able to come out on my own terms.