06/10/2015 05:20 pm ET Updated Jun 10, 2015

What I Wish I Could Have Told My 11-Year-Old Closeted Self

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By Kelly, 21*

At 11 years old I knew that there was something different about me -- something that made me weird or strange or less than. I didn't understand exactly what it was, but I knew it was something. At 11 years old, I had my first crush on a real-life girl and it terrified me. I had the most wonderful parents and siblings , but I would so often hear a homophobic slur or derogatory comment come from the mouths of my dad, my mom or my school friends. They were never comments made with the intent to hurt, but they were homophobic nonetheless, and for a kid who was struggling with her identity, they cut deep.

As I grew up, I became really good at hiding my feelings. I internalized every gay thought I had and tried to ignore it. But by the age of 15, these suppressed feelings turned into self-hate. I hated myself and so I made the decision to strive for perfection. If I could never be normal, I would try to be perfect in every other area of my life. It started off simple, small changes here and there, studying harder, working out more and eating better. But no matter how hard I tried, the weight of my sexuality held me down and made all of my perfect "achievements" insignificant and for me, it wasn't enough. I needed stability, to be really good at something so that this defect that I had been born with could be ignored or over shadowed.

So I stopped eating. I restricted my calorie intake so drastically that I dropped from 10 stone to 6 in the space of three months, doing irreversible damage to my young body and mind. This struggle with food gave me the sense of control I was desperately looking for. If I couldn't change my sexuality I could change the way I looked, and it lasted for nearly three years. During that time I gradually put on weight and recovered a healthy relationship with food, but my self-loathing only intensified.

At 17 I started using boys as a new form of control. I slept around, threw away my dignity, my virginity and my body in a bid to be considered normal. I got into one really unhealthy relationship and was introduced to drugs. I started getting high after school, doing things that break my heart looking back. I was so, so young and all I had ever wanted was to be loved for everything that I was, but coming out was never an option.

College gave me the chance to start again, and I did. I still had a lot of suppressed emotions but I was getting better at pushing them deeper down. By the end of my first year, however, my anxiety and depression had reached a new high.

I decided that I needed to run away from my problems, so both metaphorically and literally speaking, I ran. I put a hold on my degree and moved abroad. Within the first couple of months I felt better about myself than I had in years. I was given the opportunity to live away from the society that had made me feel so small. That year changed me. I was still very much in the closet but I felt liberated.

While I was abroad, it was announced that Ireland would hold a referendum on marriage equality. This brought with it a whole host of emotions for me and thousands of other LGBT+ Irish citizens. I returned home eight months before the referendum was to take place. As the date came closer, I could feel my suppressed feelings making their way to the surface and so many times I had to leave social situations before they could spill out. I avoided talking about the referendum at all, afraid that my support would give away my "secret gay." But I knew it was only a matter of time. Coming out was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. It literally took me six hours, a lot of tears and the most patient best friend to say two simple words: "I'm gay." It also took a decade to build up the courage to do so, but I don't regret it for a second.

That night had a domino effect and I came out to my parents, siblings and close friends all within the space of a week. My friend was amused by how quickly it was all happening, commenting, "What was in that closet with you that kicked you out so hard?!"

Looking back, there are so many things I wish I could say to 11 year old me. You will get an incredible amount of support from your friends when you come out. You are worth so much more than throwing yourself around and depriving your body of the fuel it needs to thrive. By the time you're 21 years old, you are going to learn to love yourself to the point of narcissism because you're a pretty great person and although it shouldn't be this hard in the first place, it gets better.

Being told you're not good enough, be it directly or indirectly, is damaging to any person, but young people in particular. Every child should be given the opportunity to grow and learn. Every teenager should have the opportunity to study and fall in love and make stupid mistakes. NO young person should be denied any of these things because their society has them so scared of their sexuality that they self destruct.

On May 22, 2015, Ireland became the first country to legalize same sex marriage by popular vote, and the impact of this result has already been incredible. All I can hope is that other countries where LGBT+ citizens do not have the same rights as their straight peers will follow suit and create a society in which their children will never feel less than.

If you are growing up in a place that doesn't recognize you as an equal, just remember that you are good enough, you are equal and you are worth loving.

*Name has been changed

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