Story of a Girl (4)

This is the story of a girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world and while she looked so sad in photographs I absolutely love her when she smiles. -Nine Days, Story of a Girl

 

Everyone wants me to be a girly girl, but that's just not who I am. I prefer sneakers over heels (high tops actually), a ponytail over a Snookie bump, dirt over makeup, basketball shorts over a skirt, and many other things that make people consider me as a tomboy. That's who I am. I love aggressive sports like basketball, not prissy sports like cheerleading and I prefer band over dance. I am not gay, I'm just not conformative.

I am not saying any of this to insult anyone, I just felt that you should know that I AM a girl, I am just NOT a girly girl. I am sure you all realize that there are major differences between the two. It just bothers me to no end that my friends, my mom, and even my god sister (my sister in the way that if anything happened to her parents before she was seventeen mine would take care of her and  if anything happens to mine before I turn seventeen hers will take care of me...) still try to make me girly. I do not mind going out every once in a while and dressing up, but I don't want to do it every day. They seem to think I should. Actually, I enjoy dressing up more when we go out on those rare occasions. It keeps everything interesting.

My god sister used to be a tomboy like I am, but she's not as big of one anymore. Every once in a while she might rock those sweatpants and sneakers. It's kind of cool that she's married now, but I hate that I never see her. Yes, she is a few years older than me, but I love how we get along and that she never treats me like a child.

I bet you are wondering what I am getting at here. Well, to be honest, I just needed to vent about how I sometimes feel like a puppet. It gets old. What would you do in my shoes? Would you conform to how your friends wanted you? Would you disown your friends? What about my god sister.... we are the closest thing to sisters either one of us has? Sometimes I think it's a hard decision, but none of my friends have completely left me yet. I'm just not the one with a boy attached to my hip or the one who comes home one night to tell my parents I'm pregnant. (They would murder me by the way.) I like being me because I feel comfortable in this skin.  I cannot complain too much because they support me for the most part. I asked my mom recently to take me to dye my hair and do a few other things together and she was all for it. I just hate that people try to change me. I am only a sophomore in highschool. I feel like I have plenty of time left in life for change. I just want it to be for me. Is that too much to ask?

 

***Disclaimer: (Please see previous blog) This is a true story of someone I know. I write in first person so people can feel the impact of what I'm writing a little better***