Nazneen

Nazneen here, I’m fifteen years of age and a so called ‘Tomboy’ since day one.
I love it. Those around me, not so much.

Scrolling and Reading these posts and got me thinking.
why all these labels.
Cant we just call ourselves unique.

We are after all.

‘Be like a diamond, precious and rare, not a like a stone found everywhere’

Thats the motto, yolo.

Next time your mums argue, because you wore jeans to a wedding or wore sneakers and flatcaps..

Its a way of expression, this tomboy thing.
If you feel happier in sneakers, then girl, I’ll buy you an all stars factory for your birthday.
I believe i’m human. not some tomboy who will always be too fat to fit in or too boyish to hang with the populars.

Life’s a game.
And we boyish ones, know how to play a good game like sport.

Katrina

Hi guys we’ll how shall I begin
I am a tomboy I like it. People says that why do u like being boyish all girls say that.
I hate it , once I told my mother that I want to be a boy but my mother say u are not going to be a goby u must be a girl a polite a respectful girl !

I love sports I play soccer,baseball and basketball.
U no that being boyish is awesome is not like u have to be girly types u can always be anything we want !

Ariana

Hi, my name is Ariana. I’m 12 right now, and a tomboy. My whole life, I never wanted to follow “typical girl stereotypes”. I found out about tomboy, and turns out, I was a tomboy. I wear boys clothes and enjoy it! It feels so right. But, my brother and his friend continue to bully me about being lesbian. But, I truly am not! I ignored the comments and went off to school. When I accidentally told my friend I wore boys clothes, she freaked out, and said this; Me “So what if I wear boy’s clothes? It’s just a piece of fabric.” Her “But, boys clothes have boy colors.” This was rediculus. It took me a while to realize, she was being really rude, and it really hurt me, to know that my best friend that I’ve known for 3 years, was now against what I liked! I ignored her. I told my mom and she said “So what if she says you’re wrong? She’s wrong.”. So, to all tomboys who have gotten bullied… keep doing it.

Jordan

Hey there, I’m Jordan, a 13-year old tomboy. I’ve been a tomboy for… oh, I don’t even know. I think I slid away from a girly-girl personality probably at the end of 1st grade. Something like that. Currently, I am neither popular nor unpopular at school- I’m friends with almost everyone, but not exactly popular. My closest friends (besides my cousin) are all boys, and I’ve known them (with the exception of one person) since preschool and kindergarten.
I feel like I’ve identified myself as a tomboy since I was 9. And when I was about 11, I started to prefer a band t-shirt or Chicago Bears jersey with gym shorts and tennis shoes over sparkly tees, sequined jeans, and girls’ Sketchers or sandals. My mom doesn’t exactly like me being a tomboy, she tries to get me to wear girlier clothes, paint my nails, change my hairstyle (it’s pretty plain, thick hair a bit padt shoulder-length and long, messy bangs), or at least hang out with more girls. For my thirteenth birthday, I wanted to invite over my best friends- like I said, all boys, about 5 of them, to play video games. This hasn’t happened yet (just had my birthday recently) but I have a feeling it won’t.
So, to sum it up, my parents don’t accept me as a tomboy. They make me wear girly clothes, and try to make me change who I am and change my friends. My mom has even threatened to take away my gym shorts, khaki shorts, and most of my t-shirts.
And why does she do this, you may wonder?
She has told me it’ll apparently affect my reputation, especially hanging out with boys all the time.
Not sure how it will, though- everyone has already figured out I’m a tomboy.
Oh yeah… On the second day of school, in the lunch line, a girl turned to me and asked if I was a girl or a boy. She wasn’t sure, because for the first 2 days of school I’d gotten away with wearing what would be considered boys’ clothes. I kinda felt triumphant after that, like I’d accomplished something… I’m not sure why I felt like that. (Seriously, though, I don’t know how she confused me for a boy, even with my possibly confusing clothes. My chest isn’t exactly close to flat, though I kinda wish it was).
Sorry for such a long story, I feel like I was rambling on but also missed some stuff… probably because it’s 11:09 PM
Oh well :/