When I was a baby, my parents probably thought, "what a nice young lady she will become.... "
They subsequently dressed me in flowery pink clothing.
Once I began talking, however, things changed. I was a very opinionated toddler.
To my parents' surprise, I wanted to have short hair and to wear boys' clothes. I despised barbies and princesses.
I was a tomboy.
Girls want superheroes AND the boys want superheroes. Girls want pink stuff, AND the boys want pink stuff.
From age four to age ten, I was continuously mistaken for a boy.
"Honey, the boy's bathroom is down the hall. You are in the girl's bathroom."
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| I am a girl, dammit. |
Luckily, I was never questioned so much that I had to prove my gender. I definitely would have pulled a Viola Hastings.
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| anatomy decides all |
Between the ages of 6 and 8, I thought girls' bathing suits were too girly. Hence, I chose the obvious alternative, the zip-up onesie wannabe wetsuit.
During one momentous summer, I graduated from the the zip-up onesie wannabe wetsuit to the ultra feminine girl's one-piece speedo. SUCH a big moment.
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| girly, huh? |
I was not just your average tomboy. no no no. I was a colorblind fashionably disabled tomboy.
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| orange and green, REALLY? |
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| despicable bloutfit |
The first time I wore a dress was truly a significant moment in my childhood. I must have thought,
"this is it. I am becoming real girl."
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| Little known fact: I was wearing boxers underneath my dress |
baby steps.
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