Brigette

My name is Briggitte. I’m a tomboy. I get bullied and teased all the time. They ask if I’m male or female, and if I’m transgendered. They make fun of my clothes, personality, hair, everything. I grew up with 2 boys dominic and Alejandro. I had a sister but she is 8 years younger than me. We lived on a farm, so I played with my brothers. Guns.bow n arrows, hunting, fishing, mud, dirt the outside. I never really told my parents I was a tomboy. I remeber I used to play football in basketball shorts hoodie and a hat. My stepdad would tell me u look like a boy dress like a girl. I never liked skirt, dresses, heels. It was always jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt. Everyone accepted me until I moved to michigan. I wore baggy jeans, shirt, hoodie, sneakers, and messy hair…. every other girl was tight jeans, tight shirts, flats, and perfect hair. I hung outmwith boys because Β every girl avoided being near me. They would pull my hair, push me into lockers, and tell people rumors about me. The day I will never forget was when I walked into the cafeteria and people throw stuff at me walked by me and spi t, and did so much crap to me till I finally decided I csnt hold it any longer and I ran into the bathroom and sat there and cried… little did I know everyone came in laughing at me and calling me she man and attention whore. They jumped me and I beat the living crap out of them. (My stepdad teaches me kick boxing and self defense) after that a teacher found out and sent me to the office where I met Mr.Tubergen he helped me with my problems he realized I was a tomboy into sports not gossip and makeup, butnhe taught me that I can be whoever I want and that im just like everyone else. Then finally one day I ignored people who disliked me. Then at home I didnt want to tell anyone I was a tomboy only my brother but eventually my mom found out and she told me that its okay that tomboys r better then girly girls. She accepted me. πŸ™‚ then there was my grandma I dont want to wear purses and she yelled in my face TOMBOY ur such a tomboy y cant u be more like paola and I told her its my life and walked away. My whole life ive been teased and been forced to act like a lady but FUCK IT I like getting dirty, dressing sporty, and standin out. So I finally told my self its time to be me…. ima tomboy and proud

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3 thoughts on “Brigette

  1. That’s the spirit! Keep shutting out and ignoring all negative comments!βš½οΈπŸ€πŸπŸŸπŸͺπŸ©πŸ•πŸ”πŸœπŸ±πŸ‡―πŸ‡΅πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡ΈπŸ‡°πŸ‡·πŸ‡¬πŸ‡§πŸ”ͺπŸ”«πŸ‘•πŸ‘žπŸ‘“ Heheh, Japan flag

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