I haven’t always been comfortable in my skin. For many years when I was younger, I desperately wished I were a boy. I don’t remember exactly when those feelings surfaced, but it was after Barbies and before braces.
I went through a tomboy phase where I slammed tennis balls against the house all the time, I studied insects, I hated boys (in that way), and I dreaded the changes I knew were coming to my body because I was a girl. I didn’t want some stupid period. What a pain in the butt. And who wants things protruding from their chest? Couldn’t I just blend into the background with the boys? I got along better with them anyway.
Eventually I grew out of that and I’m quite happy where I am now. I love being a woman and all that entails, including being part of a movement of powerful women in Birmingham and across the nation that are trying to help their sisters.
In all honesty though, I do have quite a few moments when I still feel pretty masculine or not as lady-like. But that’s me and that’s ok. I’m multiple-faceted and that works in my favor. So, while I may not always be the lady I should be, I’m always me and that’s better than faking it.
Find peace inside.