Tomboy

“No dresses, no pink, no polka-dots, no bows,” I rattle off to my mom. I’m 9 years old, and we’re shopping for new clothes. My favorite outfit is a T-shirt, tennis shoes, and zip-off cargo pants. I love dinosaurs and Star Wars. Everything I own is blue and brown, I despise the color pink. I cringe when people called me “sweetie”, “honey”, or “dear”. Most of my friends are boys, because I just don’t understand girls. At night whenever I dream, I dream that I am a boy. In fact, I hate being a girl. But, I am not transgender…