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Caught Somewhere Between a Tom Boy and a Hair Bow

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I’m not a girly girl.  I hardly wear dresses.  I hate lipstick and only wear eyeliner because I have small eyes.  I don’t fix my hair, for many reasons, and have actually considered shaving it all off.  I HATE BOWS! I am most comfortable in a t-shirt and shorts or yoga pants depending on the weather.  Girls don’t understand this.

I like musicals and fuzzy animals.  I like flowers and fruity drinks.

I’m not athletic.  It’s not that I would break a nail catching the baseball, I’m just more afraid it might hit me in the face.  I don’t like video games.  I don’t like to get dirty.  I’m a pansy and don’t like to get dirty or go fast on the jet ski.  I like sports, but mostly just watching.  I don’t like camping because I need to shower every day and my contacts would just get in the way.  I don’t like being hot and I really don’t like being cold.  Like I said, I’m a pansy.

I like shooting guns and stuffing my face.  I like hats, but they never seem to fit my awkward head.

So… I’m not a feminine female nor am I a “tom boy”.  So what am I?

I like to think of myself as a normal girl.  I don’t get a long with some girls because I don’t like the drama.  I used to think I was just one of the guys until I realized I had nothing in common with them.  We need a name for girls like me.

It used to bother me that I didn’t seem to fit in with the way society pinned girls and boys in how they should dress and what they should like.  Now, I could care less.  I see myself as normal.  I’ve tried make-up and heels and poofy dresses.  Believe me, I’ve probably wore more cupcake dresses than most girls thanks to my mom.

I think most of my personality dwells upon the fact that I see most of these things unnecessary and almost problematic.  Heels make my feet hurt.  Dresses make me have panic attacks about the wind.  Putting on make up means that I can’t sleep an extra 10 minutes.  I don’t knock anyone who likes this stuff, I just don’t have time for it.

I am who I am, and I’m proud to not be complicated.

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Author: Jess

Texan by birth, Okie by current address. Journalist who caught the travel bug. I have a healthy dachshund obsession and spend endless hours reading about world history on Wikipedia.

2 thoughts on “Caught Somewhere Between a Tom Boy and a Hair Bow

  1. You’re you, Jess. No need to define yourself into any group. You are who you are. You’re an individual, as we all are. I think we all need to shed this idea of belonging to “groups”. Just belong. Just be yourself, be who you are, and don’t give a shit what others think of it. I know we both tend to be over-analytical about many things, but just letting go of that concern is really freeing. I’ve learned recently to just…be. And it’s amazing how much happier you feel when you’re not constantly trying to fit into some mold. It’s better to make your own mold. Don’t get me wrong though, it’s a constant thing. You just have to remind yourself of it and it gets easier. Just my thoughts on it.

  2. Another great post!!

    I can relate to your article, and I think a lot of people can. I like beer, grilling, sports, dove hunting, and a lot of manly things. But I also enjoy reading, I cried like a baby when I saw The Notebook ( and do most times I watch it and I have even read the book as well), and I enjoy Kelly Clarkson’s music.

    Those are some of the things that use to embarrass me, and I didn’t like others to know about me. However, as I have gotten older I have gotten more and more comfortable in my skin, and it feels AWESOME!!

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