My nickname is Maple, I’m 15, and my tomboy story starts a little different than most. When I was real little, I was what every girly mom wanted her little girl to be: a girl. I wore pink and dresses because I didn’t know there was another option. I had girly friends and played with dolls because that was how it worked. Whenever my friends would talk about boy crushes, I was a little weirded out but I went along with it because everyone else thought it was normal. I never realized that it was odd that I always was on the boys team for the boys vs girls games at school, playing with the boys was more fun to me. I played soccer ever since I was five, and I loved playing goalie because it gave me an excuse to get dirty. The forest was and still is my home away from home. I spend hours upon hours of climbing trees (hence the nickname) and walking along the train tracks. So at the beginning of my life I was pretty much half and half… until all of my girl friends stabbed me in the back. Turns out I WAS different, and I was the only one who couldn’t see it. After my girl friends left, I didn’t have too many girly influences. I hung out with my brothers guy friends and we played video games and had Nerf wars in the basement. Spider-man replaced my Barbie dolls, and the boys gratic tee section in Target became my new stomping grounds. My hair is super long, but that’s just because I don’t really care about cutting it or putting it up unless it gets in the way. I don’t try to stick myself with some “tomboy” label, but it’s pretty obvious to my family that I won’t be shticking on makeup anytime soon. If I am to be honest, I would still be a girly girl if I still had my old friends. But if they could see me now… well, they probably never visit the skatepark anyways, so there’s no chance of that happening.
P.S. If you are a former girly girl trying to be a tomboy, just know that you’re still trying to conform so someone else’s identity. Don’t make yourself like sports JUST to get labeled a tomboy. All you need to do is stick with what’s comfortable and nat

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