Yo! My name’s Emily and I’m a 13 year old tomboy. I love skateboarding, surfing, science and maths and I would like to be an astronaut or a pilot when I grow up. I have just found this blog and I think it’s awesome! I have been to loads of different schools and my tomboyishness has been looked at in lots of different ways. My worst experience was probably at private school. I was rejected by everyone, more or less. The girls didn’t want to hang out with me because I was a tomboy and the boys didn’t want to hang out with me because I was a girl. I did have a few friends, and some of the older boys would hang out with me from time to time, but it was mostly a very lonely experience. I was the youngest pupil in the whole school at the time (11, rather than 12-13) and was viewed as a dork. I tried too hard to fit in with the annoying girly girls and found myself way out of my league. Eventually however, I was pleased not to be one of them and was happy to be a reject/rebel.
Now I think that being a tomboy ROCKS! I have 3 younger brothers and we spend a lot of time running around outside, playing sport and gaming. Ok, we’re hardly gamers. We play minecraft and have a friend next door to us with a ps4, so we enjoy it when we do it! I have a pixie cut and shop from the boys section. I HATE ridiculous girls’ clothes, pink and sparkly with annoying slogans, puppies, kittens and *shudders* hashtags. I don’t think I’m gay but I never really think much about love of any kind. It just doesn’t bother me. Most of the girls I know are self-obsessed wimps. I find it quite difficult to get along with girly girls, but I don’t like to judge people. I like to be friends with the unpopular kids/ rejects! I’ve always been seen as quite a geek as well, which doesn’t help. Still, I haven’t been seriously bullied for a while now and if anything it has actually made me stronger, it doesn’t bother me anymore. I am also lucky to have a very supportive mother (my parents are split up and I live with my mum. I’m not too sure what my dad thinks of me). I am shocked by some of the stories on here involving parents forcing their daughters to wear dresses and makeup and act lady-like. (I like being asked to act ladylike- so I can do the complete opposite to shock people!) I realise now how lucky I am not to have to go through that. I want to say, to anyone who has to deal with that kind of thing, just remember that there is NOTHING wrong with you. It is not your fault. Just be who you are, because you are you and that’s your choice. Whether you’re black, white, gay, straight, boy, girl, tomboy or girly girl, you have a right to be yourself, and anyone who tries to bully you is probably just jealous. I hope I don’t sound cliché…
Okay, sorry for the length! I had a lot to say! Stay amazing, peace!
Hi I’m 12 and I get called a girly girl but guess what I never wear skinny jeans or girly tops. I wear plaid shirts and well just plain jeans I’m not interested in makeup and plucking eyebrows. I also have bushy-ish eyebrows and I’ve lived with my brothers my whole life. I have a little sis and I’m in foster care and my dad says I’m a girly girl but I don’t think so. I hate being called a girly girl and he asked me what I wanted and I said sweats and a guitar. Also do u think I’m a poser? just asking.
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
(Sorry for my overly scattered thoughts) I’ve been a tomboy since I can remember. I’m 14 now and am still one. Ever since I was old enough to say what to wanted to wear I would only wear boys clothes which were mostly my brothers hang-me-downs. I’ve never liked dresses although my mom would force me to wear them a lot. I always had this idea that I’d grow up to be like iron man because I love building things. A lot of people make fun of me at school for being a tomboy. This is mostly because I go to an all girls school. I have a few friends who are tomboys too but everyone else thinks we’re weird. I’ve always liked climbing trees because I could see everything and act like I’m flying when jumping down. I like playing video games, skate boarding, riding my bike, playing a collection of sports, practicing MMA with my brother or just goofing off. This year at school our grade went on this camping trip that everyone hated except my friends and I. Mostly because the teaches left us to our own devices for a couple of hours everyday. My friends and I made up the game called anarchy football and we also did roman wrestling competitions. I would still like to be a boy sometimes just because the way I act would be more accepted. I have some guy friends in my neighborhood though and they’re cool. I remember one time we were playing football in my friend’s yard. His mom came outside and stopped me from playing by calling mom who got angry at me and told me I wasn’t allowed to play. I was so angry I didn’t come home until dinnertime that day. A few months ago I was at my brother and my friends birthday party( there aren’t a lot of kids in my neighborhood our age so we have a couple of the same friends). We all started playing basketball and I fell and skinned my knee. I walked over to my dad and asked for a bandaid. He gave one to me but the other parents were whispering to each other how weird it was that I was playing with boys all the time. My dad defended me though and it was really nice of him. My mom though has always had a problem with me acting and dressing the way I do. She hates that I’m not like her and its annoying. But overall life is good. I don’t believe being a tomboy is a phase, I believe it is a way of life.
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!
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–www.julieAswanson.wordpress.com
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.
As a kid I found an interest in Soccer and loved playing against the boys. At one point I was better than all the boys even my brothers and some that were in higher grades than I. I hated my name because it sounded too girly! I always loved getting dirty for as long as I remember, played sports, played with toy cars, wore baggy clothes… my mom never approved of me- my tomboy status. I remember her telling me that I should start wearing girls clothes and would take me shopping for some. She ALWAYS bought me pink shirts and girly dresses (which i would ONLY wear to church and hope no one would see me in them). I would always be very upset and eventually got her to stop buying me girly clothes. I would buy boys pants and she would dispise it. Throughout my 7 years of Elementary, I hung out with the boys and played sports every single day whenever possible! I dressed like them and acted like them and never understood the girls in my grade and what was so fun about socializing or whats attractive about boys. I never cared to look pretty, never cared what i looked like, never brushed my hair and left it looking like “a rat’s nest” -my mom would say. Once I was asked why I dress like a boy (which I never thought was important or why girls and boys had to dress certain ways, i just wore what I liked), and i quickly replied, “Because girls suck”. I sort of regret it but at the time I would always say “I wish I were a boy. Why did god make me a girl? I hate girls they’re boring and weird and never want to have fun like the boys.” I never thought girls sucked though… I just thought BEING a girl sucked. Until this day I still agree. I’m 16 now and life is hard… Since grade 6 I’ve had no friends and never understood why they stopped talking to me and avoided me. I’m crazy about videogames even though I’m too busy for them lately. I still don`t like to wear girls clothes but sometimes I`m so self-concious I can`t go on with people judging me or pointing out my flaws. My self esteem since grade 6 dropped dramatically and is still low except that now I can talk to people again but not very open anymore. The only place I can express myself is through text. I almost cry everytime I face a teacher for help or something stupid like that. I never want to cry but I feel so low and out of place. Since Junior high, we`ve had a lack of boys in our grade. Maybe 4 of 25 at the most. It was a fine-arts school and sounded feminine I guess. I NEVER loved cooking, cleaning, sewing, and those things that are classified as ‘feminine’. I always loved sports, art, and almost anything boys liked. I’m used to being around girls now since I spent a very defined part of my life around them. Being around all these girls for so long, made me realize that I`m different. That I`m weird and no one could understand me. Some thought I was lesbian which I do not even believe in. I`m in grade 11 and still a tomboy, but sometimes I feel like i`m not anymore. My mom has never allowed me to cut my hair passed my chin and I don`t want to hurt her by doing it myself. I still like baggy pants but also bought a few girl-fashion-trend clothes since my style was unaccepable to others. I`m very self-concious STILL and don`t know where I`m at or who I am. I`ve thought about trans-gender stuff which seems so wrong to me, but I just hate being a girl. Especially now that i`ve hit puberty and everything is wrong with my body except that i’m still pretty fit just lazy. I’m going through depression and have a strong dislike in boys. I guess because I havent been around them forever, they never hang around me because I’m not feminine enough (this is probably what they are thinking), and the only words I’ve heard from boys are negativity about life from my brothers and harsh sexism! I’ve wanted to join the military but was afraid that boys would sexually assault me (which is almost 85% of what happens to female caddettes in militaries lately.) and I will never be able to stand the negativity and critism I recieve because I’m a frikin girl. I have nowhere to go in life and have no motivation to try to come up with a decision. My life feels like it’s already ended from being shunned for so many years. My brothers used to make fun of me all the time for being a tomboy, never accepting that I am still human no matter what I am. My older brothers don’t talk to me anymore except one that always bothers me about liking boys because I’m in high school now. I don’t know where to go from here and I have no one to talk to. Just because I like things most girls don’t doesn’t mean I’m gay. Why does “tomboy” have to be classified as a sexual group? Why isn’t “tom-girl” one? I like sports, is that so wrong?
I also loved being noticed or thought of as a guy. I liked to convince people that I was a boy and try changing my name to a boy’s name… It used to be prettyeasy to convince people because I was born with a lower voice. My mom had a cold when she was pregnant with me and it permenantly changed mine. I’m too embarrassed to sing with the girls because the girls sound so pretty and I sound really weird and masculine if I try to sing. I always loved singing but I never liked to DO the singing. I feel so alone in this world. I never want to be like all the other girls and I want to have fun. Men degrade women so horribly I feel useless and have no future. Right now I’m looking at no future and am failing high school. I used to be a straight-A student in Elementary until grade 6 when I had no real friends that took me seriously. The would simply say that I’m not mature enough to hear what they were talking about. Since that day I found out they were keeping secrets from me, I lost all my friends. How is you’re life doing right now? ‘Cause I just want to end mine now. My life is too full of humiliation and crap to care anymore. I requested a councellor (spelling) and can’t even open up to him without crying. I’m too much of a baby now and hate it. Any tips you would have, please tell me. I would love to hear anything.
My name is Jason and this is my “Tomboy Story”. It was the mid to late 1980’s and i had become a rather hefty kid after all of my friends on my street had moved away. I became the victim of bullying. It crushed me, demoralized me and led me to question almost everything in the world around me from the faith i was raised in to life itself. I had a few friends but they were ridiculed as much as I was. Then there was Kim and she was a “Tomboy”. She was the sunshine in my bleak world. She was my confidant. She was my best friend. She was my first true crush. Our families spent summers together in gulf shores. I will never forget those summers as long as I live because of her. I could have easily ended my life back then, but Kim and Iron Maiden helped save my life. She was my own personal cheerleader, i can only hope i was the same for her. Today I call her my Sister because in all truthfulness she was and is my sister. Our lives were separated for many years at one point and like all things that were meant to be the universe saw fit to reunite us once again, through social media of course. I will cherish my relationship with her until my energy is reunited with the universe, I probably wouldn’t be typing this if it wasn’t for her.
As a kid I didn’t even understand the whole tomboy thing. I mean, I got called that by my uncles and my aunts and all, but I was the only girl. I have 23 first cousins and I am 1 of 2 girls and the other one is so much older than me that I didn’t know her. It never occurred to me that I couldn’t just be whatever I wanted so I was always playing around and it only really became a problem when I got older- like middle school age when all the other people, all the other girls were wearing makeup and dresses and carrying purses and I still had my wallet in my back pocket. I remember my 8th grade teacher- she was like “So, Brandi (it was for some special event), you’re gonna fix yourself up?”.
I was just like “well… I’m dressed.” It was bad. I actually did end up wearing makeup and feeling really uncomfortable the whole time.
So really, it isn’t necessarily that I have a tomboy story- It’s more just that it’s how I lived, and it only became a problem later on. When you’re little it’s more or less the same. It’s whatever. I used to run out in my brother’s shorts and my rubber boots, without a shirt on- just running around the yard. It didn’t occur to me that you couldn’t do that as a girl. No one ever really cared what I did until I got older and then I wasn’t like wearing dresses (and I still don’t. I look super awkward and am really uncomfortable in a dress.) It was just my life. Your lingo- “Tomboy Stories”- my whole life is a tomboy story.
But this really weird thing that happened in middle school- I guess that’s really when you solidify who you are and you start the whole dating thing that it sort of became an issue. So there were 2 or 3 years that became really hard, because I wasn’t girly enough. But then when I got into high school and no more fucks were given it wasn’t really a problem because everyone was just like “oh yeah, that’s just Brandi”. And there were other people- other girls who played sports, and I played sports so it was more ok, and it became even more ok when I got more ok with it. I think playing sports and being smart and all helped. Though honestly, I was already set apart from my the rest of my class… because I wasn’t pregnant (that really helps). And the fact that I didn’t want to go out every single night to go to so-and-so’s house and sit on the back of their truck and drink beer all the time. That also set me apart. I wouldn’t say that I was cast out, but I was set apart anyway for reasons. Being a tomboy is probably one of them. But probably not as important as me not dating any guys in high school… and me hitting on my cousin’s girlfriend.
Some early tomboy moments:
The first (of many) elementary school visits to the principal is triggered by a bag of marbles coming open and spilling onto the floor from my 1st grade desk.
Praying for below 32 degree weather so girls could wear PANTS to school.
Buying GI Joes and accoutrement with my weekly allowance, at the PX on Saturdays.
Scripting a romance between my cowboy and Indian dolls and somehow knowing I would be better off not telling anyone about it.
Playing mumbly-peg with my pocketknife.
Having my teenage brothers show me off to their friends because I could kick a football higher and further than they could. (That was fun!)
My mom was sick for awhile when I was about 8, maybe 9 – I think she had a really difficult menopause and was being treated for depression; don’t know why, but I find that an interesting contrast to thinking about my childhood tomboy awareness – anyway, my dad took me shopping for new tennis shoes in our little town’s shoestore, on Main Street. He insisted I get a pair of boy’s running shoes. This was 1968 or 1969; girls and boys tennis shoes weren’t as androgynous as they are now, in fact no one had running shoes, so these were particularly male. We all could wear Converse, or Keds, but these were different. I had already figured out that I didn’t fit the mold for little girls, and I resisted these mightily, knowing that they’d brand me as weird and I’d have nothing but trouble at school. Once my mom came home, she took me out for new ones, but those few weeks were spent finding reasons to avoid wearing those shoes. I have never figured out why my Dad did that. He’d raised two girls already, one of them a very girly girl, and the other kind of an egghead, but still femme. I must have confused him.
I remember feeling I’d found a friend when I first read Harriet the Spy. I saw myself in her hoodie, tennis shoes and tools. And her notebook.