Erica

I am 18, almost 19, and done with my first year of college. I have always been a tomboy and I always will be. I play all the rough-and-tumble sports and have always just been one of the guys. I had short hair from the time I was in first grade until 7th. I loved it; it was me. I never wanted to grow it out but I was pressured by everyone around me and I just wanted to be accepted, so eventually I grew it out.
I am not really a shy person, but I have always tried to stay out of the spot light because others were so willing to give me the attention. One day, in the middle of social studies (this was 8th grade, after I had grown my hair out), the teacher was talking, then all of a sudden one of the guys and several of the mean girls started laughing. The guy just looks at me and says “Do you like girls?” in a mocking tone. I asked him what he meant, even though I knew, then he proceeded to ask if I was a lesbian in front of the whole class. It was kind of humiliating to have this happen in front of my peers, but I had gotten pretty used to public humiliation.
I always had trouble with making and keeping friends, everyone thought I was a freak, and all the other girls would stay away from me because they thought I was going to “hit on them”. At the end of 6th grade, I was sick of it all. I was constantly called a freak. My “friends” at the time would message me on AIM and say things like “no one likes you.. you are such a freak.. everyone hates you.. why don’t you just kill yourself.. go dig a grave then die in it” etc. but I was always “okay” with it because each message would be followed by “jk haha lol” and if they weren’t my friends, then who was?
“Is that a boy or a girl?” was heard a lot, and I was constantly told I was in the wrong restroom. I always hated riding the bus. I would get pushed down and called names, all because I was a little bit different. When I was in fourth grade, I had to take a different bus to my grandparents house. There were no empty seats so I just stood there for a second, then these three high school girls in the back seat told me I could sit with them. I was very uncomfortable and squished between them, and I could hear them whispering something about ‘girl vs boy’. Then they asked me my name. I never knew what to say when asked this. I decided to go the safe route and said my name was Eric. This was the wrong answer. They whispered amongst themselves then asked me my name again. I didn’t answer. One of the girls then asked if I was a boy or a girl. I stayed silent. She then said, “ I guess we’ll have to find out for ourselves.” At this point, the conversation had drawn quite a few other kids’ attention.  This is where my memory gets a bit foggy – I remember being held down and someone took my pants off. No one tried to help me. I felt more humiliated than ever.
I never understood what is wrong with people. Why cant they just leave me alone, let me do my own thing, and not judge me. I have gotten to a point in my life where I just don’t care what anyone thinks. I cut my hair short again (and I still love it!), and I have decided to just be the tomboy I am. Although it may be a lonely road, I know that there are others out there just like me!

Cam

Im a tomboy im 12 now but im bullied my own sister call me lesbian and make fun of me and t school and the worst part I a adopted so you do the math they made fun of me i still cry to sleep but this my life not theirs caz the girly girls lesbian its just are life s they should leave us alone

Shane

I have a really girly name and i don’t like it. it rhymes with shane though so i chose that. i have really short hair and everyone thinks i’m a boy. My mom always says “why don’t you grow your hair long??!!!” and “why don’t you wear girl clothes!!??!?!” and i hate it because i wear boy clothes and i hate girl clothes. also, theres this girl in town that i just met and she’s really nice to me. but the thing is, the thinks i’m a boy! i told her my SHANE name and she thinks i’m a boy! the worst part is…she has a crush on me!!!! please help!!!!!!!

Ningaa

Okay, so, I go by the name Ningaa because my real name is really girly and I hate it.  I also go by Ningaa because I am silent like a ninja but I misspelled it because I don’t want to be the same as everyone else.
It all started when I was born, my mother was only twenty and she had dreams of having a girl that she could put in pretty dresses and stuff like that.  But, I was always playing with cars and pretend guns.
When I want to elementary school, I was an only child until fourth grade when my younger brother was born.  I had a lot of trouble with finding friends.  My best friend from Kindergarten had moved away in third grade.
In fourth grade, I kept to myself and I did that until fifth grade when I finally started to make friends again.  I had many friends when I dressed as a girl, but on those days when I dressed in sneakers, jeans, and a tshirt towards the end of the year when I was tired of being fake, I was alone again.
I was the kid that began to get into trouble because I had developed depression.  I managed to make two friends, one girl, one boy.  One girl bullied me because of that and she got me suspended in sixth grade because I would not work with her in class.  My mother told me to stay away from her then.  I tried after my friendships had been weakened because the bully had told everyone about what I did and how it was great that she didnt get caught.  After that, she followed me around, calling me names.  One day, she called me a lesbian.  She punched me in the face and called me other names also.  I was the stupid one who hit her back and got suspended once again.  Both of my friends stopped talking to me, I remember trying to apologize to them with tears coming down my face.  No one believed me even with the bruise on my cheek.  The bully told everyone to stay away from me because I was a lesbian.  The truth was, I wasn’t a lesbian.  I continued to dress in jeans an a t shirt and I began not to care about how I looked,  I just stayed silent and did anything I could to get away from the person who had taken my friends away.  I argued with my parents a lot.  I went into seventh grade and met two friends, I had  gotten away from the bully and I wasn’t known as a lesbian.  I began to play basketball, football, and hockey.  I liked to draw also, but I hated the way girls wanted me to wear blouses and stuff like that.  Then, I moved and now, I will be going into eighth grade where I will hopefully make some new friends.  I still have social anxiety because of being bullied.  I hate how society treats tomboys as though they are automatically lesbians.  I personally, am fine with the LGBT community and support equal rights.  However, I also support the fact that no one should be bullied because of the way they look or dress.  Well, that is my story.  I hope it can be understood because I know it probably has tons of mistakes because I typed it on my phone.  Ningaa, out!