How to Be a Tomboy
There’s no handbook for attaining tomboyism, and for me, it started off as a coping mechanism from the influx of femininity traits that unveiled themselves every night that I sat and had dinner with my family of too many women. It was as if someone had to do it—be different, stand out, exude more butch energy—and every time I met my sisters’ gazes, I felt their femininity shine lucidly through their eyes.
Three extremes probed my decision to reach tomboy peak. One, I was fed up living in a world clustered with women being women. I wanted out to explore the freedom of living by my own standards—riding bikes at will, playing soccer on the streets—standards that conflicted with norms. The comfort my sisters felt with living up to standards that limited them further propelled my irritation.
Two, I was irked by the disregard for women, and I could not see a way to fix this other than to disentangle from the docility of it. To lean more into the courts of the players who treated my sisters and mother with impertinence, as I had long heard that these players run the world. I wanted to be respected the way men were respected.
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