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!


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–

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.