Growing Up As A Tomboy (And Wearing ‘Boys’ Clothes)

Ever since I remember I have been a tomboy, especially when it comes to what I prefer to wear. Following the labelled gender of clothes is definitely not necessary.

Growing up I was definitely a bit different to the other little girls; I hated the colour pink, I refused to wear a dress and I had a greater collection of action men than I had Barbie dolls. I was the classic Tomboy.

And I still am a tomboy now.

But as I breached childhood and started entering the worlds of adolescence and adulthood, I became self-conscious about the things that I liked. I started trying to conform a little more. I am a girl so society expects me to be more feminine.

A couple weeks back someone I know commented on my clothing choice; a green baseball cap, paired with a burgundy hoodie. She said something along the lines that I looked like a boy. I was not so much hurt, we share a jovial friendship. However, it did hit me that there are strong perceptions that certain clothing is intended for one gender and not another. This is kind of clothes-minded (I’m attempting to make a pun along the lines of ‘close-minded’, in case you missed it).