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!