Where's my pride?

I've never really understood how someone could be so proud of something
That for me brings so much shame.
I've never really understood how someone could talk so confidently
About something that has me so confused.
I've been hearing strong words of how it's alright and don't care what others think
But how can you not care when their words echo in your mind?
Why does it seem more natural to shy away then embrace?
People always tell their stories of how they overcame it all
And yet I never hear of the steps on how they accepted or knew for sure.
"You aren't the only one"
I haven't found very many stories I can relate to.
I was more than content with believing I was the "Normal type of person"
Why is it I didn't have a choice?
Those who wave rainbow flags with a sing song voice
I admire them
But I can't seem to be as at ease with it like they are
I want to be strong and proud like them
Yet I can't let go of the dying hope that this is a bad phase
That I just have to wait it out.