This is my daughter!
She describes herself as a girl/boy. In her 6 year old mind, this means that she looks & feels like a girl but she likes boys things. In her explanation, she finds girls things stupid and uncomfortable.
She loves Skylanders & Ben10!
And shorts & T-shirts, Converse High Tops and the colour blue.
She loves board shorts and low pony tails, not ribbons and bows.
She can’t stand Barbie. But loves animals. She loves science experiments and maths. Drawing and sculpting. Dirty finger nails and ratty hair.
She really hates pink!
But she loves babies. She’s tough as nails and as sensitive as could be.
She is not sugar & spice and all things nice.
She loves ponies and bike rides and skateboards and paper airplanes not paper dolls. She loves boys. She loves boys toys. She loves to ruffle and tumble and tease and fight.
She loves notebooks & pens & doodling.
She loves Jack Parrow and dancing and zef and alternative.
She loves boxes and books and paints and scissors.
She’s quirky and unpredictable. Kind and compassionate. Tough and strong.
She’ll march to the beat of her own drum, with her own sense of style, her head held high and not care a damn what anyone has to say about it.
But she’ll cry over an injured bird or an unwanted dog.
Please world, just accept her in all her quirky glory, don’t break her.
Maybe she’s just a tomboy but maybe she isn’t. Either way, she’s perfectly imperfect and I wouldn’t change a single thing about her!