The Tomboy Era: Until I Liked a Boy 😂

Growing up, I was what you would call a certified tomboy.

And honestly, I wasn't trying to make a statement. I just genuinely preferred being comfortable. Skirts? No, thank you. Gowns? Please, keep them away from me. Give me my shorts, trousers and dungarees and I was perfectly happy. 😂

I was always running around, playing sports, getting into mischief and generally doing anything that involved movement. If there was a ball, I was interested. If there was somewhere to run, I was already running. Sitting down and looking pretty? That was somebody else's ministry. 😂

Naturally, this meant I was basically a bro.

I've always been a bro. 😂

I could relate more easily with the boys around me because we could play, joke around, argue over absolutely nothing and move on five minutes later. I never really knew how to have those long, girly conversations. I wasn't particularly interested in makeup, fashion or anything that felt too “girly” either.

But somewhere along the way, I became quite reserved too.

So now imagine this combination: a tomboy who was also quiet. 😂

I could be sitting somewhere so quietly that you'd genuinely forget I was there. I wasn't the child who needed to be the centre of attention. I could observe everything, mind my business and disappear into the background. You could literally be in the same room with me and not realize I'd been there for the last thirty minutes. 😭😂

It was a very interesting personality combination.

I loved sports. I loved running around. I could enter silly fights that somehow became bonding sessions. 😂 But I could also be extremely quiet and keep to myself.

And makeup?

I detested it.

The idea of putting things on my face just to look different from how I naturally looked made absolutely no sense to me. 😂

My physical appearance was probably the least interesting thing about me.

I didn't care whether my hair looked perfect. I didn't care whether my outfit was cute. I didn't care about looking particularly feminine. I just wanted to be comfortable, have fun and go about my business.

I even have a scar on my ankle shaped like the number 11. 😂

I don't remember every detail of how I got it anymore, but honestly, it feels very on-brand. My childhood was apparently a combination of sports, running around, silly fights and collecting physical evidence of my adventures. 😭😂

Then…

I liked a boy.

And suddenly, something shifted.

The girl who had spent years not caring about her appearance started discovering mirrors. 🤭

How does my hair look?

Does this outfit look nice?

Wait… do I look okay? 👀

Me.

The same person who could walk around without giving her appearance a second thought.

😂😂😂

It was such a funny transition because I never imagined that I would suddenly care about these things. I had spent years being comfortable as “one of the bros,” and then one boy came along and somehow activated a part of my brain I didn't even know existed. 🤣

And honestly, I'm still learning to be a girl. 😂

I'm still figuring out the whole looking cute, dressing up, caring about my appearance and embracing my feminine side thing. Sometimes I feel like I'm making up for years of not paying attention. 🤭

But maybe that's the funny thing about growing up.

You don't always become a completely different person. Sometimes, you just discover parts of yourself that were there all along.

For years, I was the tomboy. The bro. The quiet child you could almost forget was in the room.

And then I liked a boy and suddenly I was discovering girlhood.

Apparently, all it took was one plot twist. 😂🤭

I guess there's a first time for everything.