I was an antibrony.
I hated my little pony. But then I ranout of insults to hurl at the bronies I knew, which was someonenin my online gaming clan and my boyfriend (it was good spirited but still) they kept saying try it, try it, i bet you’ll like it. I finally relented. Admitted the first two episodes were good, likes 3, but then cam ethe griffon brush off. Oh man, by then I was in love with Rainbow Dash (who I felt was a boy) and I just could not get over the fact I loved her alone and was keeping it secret. Then seeing her stand up to gilda? How she talked to her? The points she made about how “she should go find some other cool friends to hang out with” it shattered my armor and my ability to be this edgy punk hateful person and “cool hateful i am so uppity and false self righteous”.
I juat broke down sobbing, and I turned my back on the hate my family had beaten (often literally) into me since I was 3 uears old. It has been a long road to recovery, but without that I never would have stopped the brainwashing i was being given. This rainbow pony reduced me to tears, and now I was, somehow, free.
I have been a brony ever since the first season when I saw it, and I qork hard to not fsll for the gaslighting of my hateful, abusive family.
Faster than a speeding bullet, atronger than a jet engine, love for Rainbow Dash and MLP hit me so square hard that I relented, I felt light I had been being forced to murder in my chest by abuaive people shine again, and I really do owe it to the show.