Just some random impromptu thoughts that came up in my mind today.
Well let me tell you a little something about myself. I'm a girl. And I was into sports and spent most of my time rolling around in the mud with other guys my age. And I committed the worst crime of all ---I hated pink!
Did that make me any less feminine? Not in my eyes or in the eyes of my parents. What others thought was a different matter.
I was in fifth grade when I had my first crush and he thought of me as one of the dudes. Needless to say that didn't end well. That day on I vowed to become more feminine.
The days that followed were spent dressing in a more "girly" fashion, trying to stop cussing whenever I got mad and trying to walk less "like a man". If a woman walks stiffly and with confidence without shaking her ass---she walks like a man. I still walk like a man though. Sashaying was never something I could learn.
I ended up getting accepted as a girl but I could never take an interest in my crush again because he lost his respect in my eyes that day. But throughout the years; I ended up losing the person I was and truly am deep down---the girl who used to roll around in the mud.
The few times I do end up trying to go back to being that person, I'm told again that even though I look like a girl on the outside; I have two hefty bodybuilders inside of me.
I know one thing for sure. If I ever do have a little girl of my own; I'll teach her to just be herself and that she's feminine regardless of whether she wears pink frilly dresses or rolls around in the mud. And that she should never, ever change herself for someone else.
Essay by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2014-03-19 at 08:08
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Girls should play with dolls....bulls**t
Right from when a child is born, it is ingrained on his/her naive mind that girls should wear frilly pink dresses and play with dolls; while guys go out and play sports and roll around in the mud.Well let me tell you a little something about myself. I'm a girl. And I was into sports and spent most of my time rolling around in the mud with other guys my age. And I committed the worst crime of all ---I hated pink!
Did that make me any less feminine? Not in my eyes or in the eyes of my parents. What others thought was a different matter.
I was in fifth grade when I had my first crush and he thought of me as one of the dudes. Needless to say that didn't end well. That day on I vowed to become more feminine.
The days that followed were spent dressing in a more "girly" fashion, trying to stop cussing whenever I got mad and trying to walk less "like a man". If a woman walks stiffly and with confidence without shaking her ass---she walks like a man. I still walk like a man though. Sashaying was never something I could learn.
I ended up getting accepted as a girl but I could never take an interest in my crush again because he lost his respect in my eyes that day. But throughout the years; I ended up losing the person I was and truly am deep down---the girl who used to roll around in the mud.
The few times I do end up trying to go back to being that person, I'm told again that even though I look like a girl on the outside; I have two hefty bodybuilders inside of me.
I know one thing for sure. If I ever do have a little girl of my own; I'll teach her to just be herself and that she's feminine regardless of whether she wears pink frilly dresses or rolls around in the mud. And that she should never, ever change herself for someone else.
Essay by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2014-03-19 at 08:08
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