Tomboy Stories

EBONY

eaknox — Tue, 14 May 2013 12:44:12 +0000

(Sorry for my overly scattered thoughts) I’ve been a tomboy since I can remember. I’m 14 now and am still one. Ever since I was old enough to say what to wanted to wear I would only wear boys clothes which were mostly my brothers hang-me-downs. I’ve never liked dresses although my mom would force me to wear them a lot. I always had this idea that I’d grow up to be like iron man because I love building things. A lot of people make fun of me at school for being a tomboy. This is mostly because I go to an all girls school. I have a few friends who are tomboys too but everyone else thinks we’re weird. I’ve always liked climbing trees because I could see everything and act like I’m flying when jumping down. I like playing video games, skate boarding, riding my bike, playing a collection of sports, practicing MMA with my brother or just goofing off. This year at school our grade went on this camping trip that everyone hated except my friends and I. Mostly because the teaches left us to our own devices for a couple of hours everyday. My friends and I made up the game called anarchy football and we also did roman wrestling competitions. I would still like to be a boy sometimes just because the way I act would be more accepted. I have some guy friends in my neighborhood though and they’re cool. I remember one time we were playing football in my friend’s yard. His mom came outside and stopped me from playing by calling mom who got angry at me and told me I wasn’t allowed to play. I was so angry I didn’t come home until dinnertime that day. A few months ago I was at my brother and my friends birthday party( there aren’t a lot of kids in my neighborhood our age so we have a couple of the same friends). We all started playing basketball and I fell and skinned my knee. I walked over to my dad and asked for a bandaid. He gave one to me but the other parents were whispering to each other how weird it was that I was playing with boys all the time. My dad defended me though and it was really nice of him. My mom though has always had a problem with me acting and dressing the way I do. She hates that I’m not like her and its annoying. But overall life is good. I don’t believe being a tomboy is a phase, I believe it is a way of life.

Sarah

eaknox — Mon, 29 Apr 2013 17:49:40 +0000

I am a tomboy. I have been pretty much from 6 years old to now. I am 13 now and having the hardest time. I have been asked “is THAT a boy or a girl” so many times i can’t count. I have also been bullied more now then ever. I have been made fun if for my short hair, ” Shes proboly going through a sex-change.” This is the most i have ever been depressed. I am so glad i found this website. I dont feel alone and it shows i can fit in somewhere.

Tina

eaknox — Tue, 23 Apr 2013 18:13:47 +0000

Im 12 years old and have always been asked if im a boy or a girl. I used to hate being a girl, but now im used to it and dont mind it as much. Ive never met another tomboy thats as much of a tomboy as me and its hell. i hang out with guys all the time, id rather hang out with them and talk about video games than hang out with a girl and awkwardly try to start up a conversation while shes talking about one direction which i hate, but im starting to get a bit pissed off about all the guy jokes ive been told lately. theres nothing wrong with being a tomboy, but im startin to really hate all the jokes i get everyday about being a tomboy. I really liked reading this because i know now that im not the only one whos always mistaken for a guy

A 19th Century Cautionary Tale: “The Tom-Boy Who Was Changed Into A Real Boy”

eaknox — Sun, 03 Feb 2013 23:22:59 +0000

MIKEY

eaknox — Thu, 20 Dec 2012 23:20:50 +0000

I’m a Tomboy and proud of it! All my sisters are not girly-girl but they are not tomboys either, I like playing sports a ton. and Unlike my sisters I always wear hockey skates like my brother.
I like playing with boys because I like the same things they do, but I don’t always feel like I fit in, I often can kinda “get in” because my brothers is only a year older so I play with him and together we make friends-boys. I hate waring dresses and skirts and only wear them to Church to please my mom. Though my mom doesn’t really see me as a “tomboy” she is always trying to make me do stuff with my hair and buy what I call girly cloths. I wear my hair shorter then my sisters because it’s thin and my mom thinks it’s cute, I hate “cute” I only ware it short because I like it cause its out of the way and is more boyish. I’d rather be a boy, I help out as much as my brother-maybe even more on our farm. All of us girls help our dad insulate barns build sheds, roof houses etc.. I love doing that kind of thing and I love it when people mistaken me as a boy, the truth is I think of myse as a boy.

Alot of people think I’m like this cause I’m homeschooled and don’t relate it with tomboy. I hate watching girly girls giggle and prance about it’s sickening! I wear all my brothers hand me downs and where polo t-shirts when I can. in the summer I even convinced my mom to let me where a boys shirt to church. I like them waay better!
I love Basketball and skateboarding and animals. Cooking is ok too (i don’t see it as a girly thing because my dad is the one who taught me most of my cooking skills-which is alot)

So even now at 14 I’d still rather be a boy, I never wear make-up don’t even own it. the girly-ish thing I have is probably my cat! because she acts like a princess-I love her emensly! the only thing is because I am a tomboy (don’t get me wrong, its a ton better then being a girl-girly) I can’t fit in, and now that I’m older even boys don’t except me anymore as a friend!

SAMMY

eaknox — Wed, 14 Nov 2012 18:43:16 +0000

When I was a young kid, I was never allowed to cut my hair, and I was forced into scratchy, frilly dresses on even semi formal occasions. Ugh. I loved boy’s clothes, skateboarding, getting muddy and hot wheels. I drew only boys and always wanted to be the boy character. I never played house. I wrestled boys and traded Pokemon cards.

These things are usually “grown out of” and a “phase”. Wrong! The hardest part of my life is that I am still a tomboy at 18! Perhaps I would have grown out of it by now if my family hadn’t given me such a hard time and restricted my clothing. Probably not though. I’m pretty sure this is me.

I’m still living my tomboy story. I’m a lanky, skinny 18 year old with short brown hair and a cute but androgynous face. I have not grown much since age 12 besides upwards, so I don’t need to accommodate curves or a feminine body and often wear sneakers, boy’s socks, jeans or shorts and skater/graphic shirts. My mom worries people will think I’m gay, and some people have. If they don’t know I’m a girl though, from my voice and appearance they assume I’m a boy around 15. Do I care? Nope!

When I’m not at school, I play video games, rollarblade, ride bikes, skateboard, play basketball, read books/comics and make cosplays. I eat whenever I want and keep up a fast metabolism; I don’t care about dieting. I have three best friends and two are guys. We have sleepovers and make crazy looking pizzas and watch movies and eat candy! And I’m not gay! I just don’t want to date. I like to have fun and I’m more boy than girl, which is what being a tomboy is about. I’m probably the biggest tomboy you’ll ever know at my age!

ICELAND

eaknox — Mon, 22 Oct 2012 22:23:49 +0000

I think I was going for something like this.

I was 11 years old, and I came home with the bus and it was really cold and snowy outside. So I would go inside and put on a thick, flannel lumberjack shirt, and tuck it into my jeans. Then I would take this fake cigarette that I had made from rolled up paper, and I would go in the garage and use all of the tools and just paint wood- just random pieces of wood that I would chop up and file and play with the tools and I would pretend that I was smoking and listen to the radio.

JULIE

eaknox — Sun, 21 Oct 2012 22:58:05 +0000

I can relate to much of what everyone below has written! I was a HUGE tomboy growing up, hated being a girl, wished I could be a boy like my brothers, do all that they could, dreaded the idea of growing up and becoming, God forbid, a woman. My mom was always insisting that I dress and have my hair like a girly-girl but finally relented and then things were so much better. I loved it when people mistook me for a boy when I was 11, 12, 13. But I felt really alone as a tomboy, didn’t understand why people didn’t get me, how other girls could be happy being girls.

I’ve spent a large part of my adult life trying to figure out why I was such a tomboy (because although I’m married and have three kids, there is much in me that still does not feel at home in a group of women, still doesn’t like what it means to be female in terms of stereotypes and how many in our society see and treat women). I write middle grade and young adult novels featuring tomboy main characters and have just started up a blog that is going to feature many posts on tomboy issues. The posts on everything tomboy will be sprinkled in throughout the blog however so as not to turn off any of my non-tomboy readers who may be prejudiced against us but who I want to get to understand tomboys. So check it out periodically–www.julieAswanson.wordpress.com

I feel so for younger tomboys who may feel alone and like they’re weird and not at all understood, even looked down upon. Know that, worldwide, there’s a whole tribe of tomboys out there (I just may rename my blog that, or start up a new one just for tomboys–Tomboy Tribe, or Tribe of Tomboys) And we are there for you. We get it. You’re not alone and you’re not any weirder than anyone else in this world, no matter how ‘normal’ they might think they are. Who wants to be normal anyway? Better to at least be interesting.

Susan

eaknox — Sat, 06 Oct 2012 22:42:09 +0000

As a child, I was such a tomboy that my daddy would tell me I could turn myself into a boy, but the only way to do that was to kiss your elbow. So i could spend hours not bothering him with anything- trying to kiss my elbow. Then, you know, he didn’t have to listen to me “I want to build a fort in the back yard” or any of the other things I was thinking about as a tomboy because I was too busy trying to kiss my elbow.

Emily

eaknox — Sat, 06 Oct 2012 22:34:23 +0000

As a kid I found an interest in Soccer and loved playing against the boys. At one point I was better than all the boys even my brothers and some that were in higher grades than I. I hated my name because it sounded too girly! I always loved getting dirty for as long as I remember, played sports, played with toy cars, wore baggy clothes… my mom never approved of me- my tomboy status. I remember her telling me that I should start wearing girls clothes and would take me shopping for some. She ALWAYS bought me pink shirts and girly dresses (which i would ONLY wear to church and hope no one would see me in them). I would always be very upset and eventually got her to stop buying me girly clothes. I would buy boys pants and she would dispise it. Throughout my 7 years of Elementary, I hung out with the boys and played sports every single day whenever possible! I dressed like them and acted like them and never understood the girls in my grade and what was so fun about socializing or whats attractive about boys. I never cared to look pretty, never cared what i looked like, never brushed my hair and left it looking like “a rat’s nest” -my mom would say. Once I was asked why I dress like a boy (which I never thought was important or why girls and boys had to dress certain ways, i just wore what I liked), and i quickly replied, “Because girls suck”. I sort of regret it but at the time I would always say “I wish I were a boy. Why did god make me a girl? I hate girls they’re boring and weird and never want to have fun like the boys.” I never thought girls sucked though… I just thought BEING a girl sucked. Until this day I still agree. I’m 16 now and life is hard… Since grade 6 I’ve had no friends and never understood why they stopped talking to me and avoided me. I’m crazy about videogames even though I’m too busy for them lately. I still don`t like to wear girls clothes but sometimes I`m so self-concious I can`t go on with people judging me or pointing out my flaws. My self esteem since grade 6 dropped dramatically and is still low except that now I can talk to people again but not very open anymore. The only place I can express myself is through text. I almost cry everytime I face a teacher for help or something stupid like that. I never want to cry but I feel so low and out of place. Since Junior high, we`ve had a lack of boys in our grade. Maybe 4 of 25 at the most. It was a fine-arts school and sounded feminine I guess. I NEVER loved cooking, cleaning, sewing, and those things that are classified as ‘feminine’. I always loved sports, art, and almost anything boys liked. I’m used to being around girls now since I spent a very defined part of my life around them. Being around all these girls for so long, made me realize that I`m different. That I`m weird and no one could understand me. Some thought I was lesbian which I do not even believe in. I`m in grade 11 and still a tomboy, but sometimes I feel like i`m not anymore. My mom has never allowed me to cut my hair passed my chin and I don`t want to hurt her by doing it myself. I still like baggy pants but also bought a few girl-fashion-trend clothes since my style was unaccepable to others. I`m very self-concious STILL and don`t know where I`m at or who I am. I`ve thought about trans-gender stuff which seems so wrong to me, but I just hate being a girl. Especially now that i`ve hit puberty and everything is wrong with my body except that i’m still pretty fit just lazy. I’m going through depression and have a strong dislike in boys. I guess because I havent been around them forever, they never hang around me because I’m not feminine enough (this is probably what they are thinking), and the only words I’ve heard from boys are negativity about life from my brothers and harsh sexism! I’ve wanted to join the military but was afraid that boys would sexually assault me (which is almost 85% of what happens to female caddettes in militaries lately.) and I will never be able to stand the negativity and critism I recieve because I’m a frikin girl. I have nowhere to go in life and have no motivation to try to come up with a decision. My life feels like it’s already ended from being shunned for so many years. My brothers used to make fun of me all the time for being a tomboy, never accepting that I am still human no matter what I am. My older brothers don’t talk to me anymore except one that always bothers me about liking boys because I’m in high school now. I don’t know where to go from here and I have no one to talk to. Just because I like things most girls don’t doesn’t mean I’m gay. Why does “tomboy” have to be classified as a sexual group? Why isn’t “tom-girl” one? I like sports, is that so wrong?

I also loved being noticed or thought of as a guy. I liked to convince people that I was a boy and try changing my name to a boy’s name… It used to be prettyeasy to convince people because I was born with a lower voice. My mom had a cold when she was pregnant with me and it permenantly changed mine. I’m too embarrassed to sing with the girls because the girls sound so pretty and I sound really weird and masculine if I try to sing. I always loved singing but I never liked to DO the singing. I feel so alone in this world. I never want to be like all the other girls and I want to have fun. Men degrade women so horribly I feel useless and have no future. Right now I’m looking at no future and am failing high school. I used to be a straight-A student in Elementary until grade 6 when I had no real friends that took me seriously. The would simply say that I’m not mature enough to hear what they were talking about. Since that day I found out they were keeping secrets from me, I lost all my friends. How is you’re life doing right now? ‘Cause I just want to end mine now. My life is too full of humiliation and crap to care anymore. I requested a councellor (spelling) and can’t even open up to him without crying. I’m too much of a baby now and hate it. Any tips you would have, please tell me. I would love to hear anything.