I'm not ashamed of being lesbian, despite the unfortunately prevalent homophobia in the area where I live.
I'm not ashamed of my "boyish" hair or the fact that I get asked often whether I'm a boy or a girl.
I'm not ashamed that I don't want to follow the religion I was raised with, nor that I don't particularly feel like seeking one out for myself at the moment.
I'm not ashamed that my closest friends are those who I haven't seen face-to-face before or who I've only rarely had the chance to see face-to-face. I wish I had the chance to hug my friends and share snacks and all that, but I'm not ashamed that I feel most connected to people who I can't do that with right now.
I'm not ashamed that I don't want to have a baby in the future. I don't think I'm cut out for parenting, and if I changed my mind in that regards I could always adopt a child and avoid the nine months of Yikes.
I'm not ashamed that I go to therapy for my mental health. It was scary at first, but with a good therapist you can talk your way through problems, learn what to do when your symptoms inconvenience you, and just look forward to talking with someone who is there primarily for the sake of listening.
I'm not ashamed that my two ex-girlfriends are still my closest friends. I'm absolutely glad of that, because they're important to me; because they're excellent people; because I enjoy their presence in my life.