That weird, unsatisfied feeling I had was now gone. My recruiter gave me some drum music to learn, I had Big Gay Al help me, and I passed my audition. I was going to be a drummer in the Marines. My ship out date wasn’t until August, so for now I just needed to focus on enjoying my senior year, keeping up my physical fitness, and having a good time.
I felt a lot better about my appearance. After all, I’d had to be weighed for the military and found out my weight was appropriate for my height and build, so why torture myself over having the supposed perfect body? I felt I was a lot kinder to myself when it came to diet and exercise. I decided to finally let my huge glasses go, and got myself a pair that seemed to fit me better.
News of me being a lesbian spread throughout the school. I had
