Society. Society and its gender roles. What bull! So I’m a girl- that means I have to have long hair and wear girls’ clothing in order for others to identify- no, label- me by saying “oh, she’s a girl.” Observation one, complete. So now what? Why does it matter? Does a person’s gender REALLY make them who they are? I don’t think so.
When I was extremely small, maybe two or three years old, I always told my parents (and anybody else who’d listen) that I wished I was a boy. I hated dresses and the color pink, and loved video games and hot wheels cars. We’d pull up to the McDonald’s drive-thru window and I would call out “make sure you get a boy toy!” I was a huge tomboy, and therefore didn’t have many other girl friends; they thought I was odd. Then I went to middle school and tried my hardest to conform, just because I wanted friends. I wanted to be normal, to be treated like everyone else. Just because I don’t like the same things most girls do, I’m still a girl, dammit! Today, I have a very short haircut, and when I wear baggy clothes, I can easily pass for a young boy. My dad told me he doesn’t approve, but why? Why does it matter? No matter what my interests are or what I look like, I’m still me- a 19 year-old GIRL.
If I ever have a child, he/she will NEVER feel pressured or forced to identify with one gender stereotype. Not that there’s anything wrong with that- to all you girls who are naturally girly and to all you guys who are just like, “bro,” that’s awesome for you. Really, it must be nice! But there must be plenty more people out there like me… so this is for you guys! You’re not alone, and I really hope that I’m not, either.