Growing up, I’ve been more so of a tomboy than I am now. I still have the spunk, but I’ve catered my personality between a nice balance of “femininity” and “tomboyish” behaviors, but I have to admit, it’s still an unnecessary battle. When I was little, I would rather see how fast I could run rather than see which shade of lipstick matched my complexion. That was fine by me and it was fine by my friends, but there were constant whispers from my parents or from other girls that managed to squeeze its way inside of me until I managed to convince myself that I wasn’t pretty enough and that something was still missing
Ever since I was little but old enough to start building my self-confidence, the gentle guiding voice encouraging me that it’s okay to explore wasn’t there. Instead, I was met with a stricter and conformed voice that told me that I had to do what I was told, no questions asked. And that’s how I believed that I wasn’t smart enough, pretty enough, or good enough. I was meant to follow directions, but at the same time, somehow be outstanding. I was already good at being the sheep in the herd, but suddenly, I had to be a leader with no tools that were sharp enough to puncture the impending enemy. It didn’t feel fair, but I continued to my best efforts to shape myself into someone who was bolder than who I felt like inside. But that was when I realized that despite all the poking and prodding that me and others had done, I had managed to build a fortress within myself. I was still who I am, but the voice of myself was still quiet. There were times where I thought I was shouting at the top of my lungs only to find myself silently staring at my sorrowful reflection.
But my voice was strong, and it was there. It just needed coaxing and discipline. I learned that I couldn’t just blurt out anything because everyone would just take offense to my sharp knives I had learned to throw. I had to learn how to cut precisely so that it would maim, but not kill. With my weapons at disposal, you will soon learn to fear me because after decades of teaching myself to be small, I realized you cannot contain a force that refuses with all its soul to be contained.