Hi guys, My name is Alexus. I am a 12 year old tomboy. I have always liked wearing boyish clothes and I have many guy friends. My parents were always against me being a tomboy.I always wanted to cut my hair short but my parents never allowed me to.

One day, when I just started 5th grade I was constantly being bullied by the Girly- girls in my class. They would call me names and throw rude notes at me during class. I knew talking to my parents were useless so I went to the counselor to talk about what was happening to me. She said I didn’t need to change if people were asking me too. She told me to love myself for who I am and never change. I took her advice and started writing Inspirational messages on the wall behind the cupboard ,they helped me heal until I couldn’t hear a word of those rude messages.

Now I know that being a Tomboy is not a thing of shame. I hang out with my guy friends. We have a great time. Thanks for reading my Tomboy Story.


I’m 14 and I play rugby. I play on a all guys team for my national team. I love the fact that I’m a tomboy! I’m proud of who I am, and all the guys accept me for it. Don’t get me wrong, I love dresses, makeup, and Starbucks, but sometimes its fun to be one of the guys. I couldn’t have asked for a more accepting team, and I’m happy they appreciate the fact I’m the only girl, it makes them have respect for me. I’m a tomboy, and I’m proud.


Hey guys my names not actually Stray just a nickname people gave me cuz I’m always alone but whatever. My real names girly with no nicknames that aren’t incredibly stupid. Since I was in third grade I always dressed and acted like a boy. I still do but now hang out with girls just so my parents dont see my real friends. I’m the kind of person that plays tackle football with the boys at lunch. My mom hates how I am but my dad loves it. The time I came home from school covered in mud bcuz someone dared me to jump into a mud pit made my mom flip. She said why can’t you be a girl for once and I told her that I don’t care what she thinks she said that I was making her look bad so I ran to my dad’s house two miles away because I couldn’t stand her anymore. She accuses me of being lesbian I’m straight but I have nothing against gays or lesbians. People should be able to do what they want. I’ve broken a lot of bones skateboarding or zip lining off the roof of my garage, no one gets how I am but I really don’t care anymore. I hate to admit it but I cut, try to hide it by acting happy all the time, it’s just not me. Hope you guys get it and peace out!


I am a tomboy but no one but my mum,dad and brother know I am. I want everyone to know but I’m scared what they will think. Also I want to were trousers at school but I’m scared what people will think because I normally wear a skirt and I want my friends to like me. My grandma thinks I’m all girly   and don’t have the courage to tell her I’m not.hopefully you can give me some advice and thanks for listening 🙂


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  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. 🙂 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


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!