A silly and unlikely scenario… but if just a couple words were changed, would it still sound preposterous?*



From a very young age

I knew I was a little different from the other kids:



They all wrote with their right hands,

But I always felt compelled

To pick up that crayon

With my left hand.



But I was terrified that all the other kids

Would make fun of me for being different

And that my family

Would shut me out…



I later found out that there is a name for this

And that I was not alone:

I learned that I was “left-handed,”

And that this is true for roughly 10% of the world



I spent a lot of time building the courage

To come out about my

Preference.

Then one day I couldn’t bear to keep my secret any longer…



I told everyone that I was left-handed

And you know what?

My family said that they would love me

No matter what hand i wrote with.

Some of my friends thought it was a little weird

But for the most part, they were okay with it..

Some weren’t. But hey,

They weren’t my true friends anyway



It’s tough being a south paw

In a right-handed world

But I have faith

That one day

It will be fully accepted and normal

And that lefties will one day be able

To proudly show their true selves

Without being made to feel strange