Gone now are the days of my tomboyish charm to only now be replaced by a somewhat womanly way of thinking - floral patterns, the color pink, regular appointments at the hair salon, limiting my days of grandma underroos (though no thongs, thank you), more conscious about 'looking good' out in public (though haven't quite made it to actually doing it on a regular basis just yet), carrying a purse instead of a backpack, purchasing a little coin purse with my first name initial, and actually carrying myself a bit more like a lady than a tomboy, meaning sitting with my legs crossed or tucked in more often then spread eagle.
Gone are the days of my need for climbing places of great heights, needing to act like 'one of the boys', having less and less males as friends (which perplexes me somewhat), desiring to wear boxy t'shirts, wanting a man's figure and not what I have, wanting to have been born a boy but now realizing that I just need to embrace what little feminity I do have and let it shine through in all its glory. Thank goodness my husband loves me regardless!
Who knew I'd be having this sort of identity crisis? I thought I would be able to have the best of both worlds but soon realized the two worlds crash and are not capable of coinciding with one another in true harmony. Whatever that means...
But I'm needing to finally take it like a woman and allow myself to become the woman that I am and was made to be. It should be interesting as time goes by.
Gone are the days of excuses for doing extreme and stupid things (jumping off roof tops, off tops of trees, skiing down the Black Diamond slopes instead of the Blue Diamond slopes I was actually rated for). There's a loss of innocence, loss of reason to hang out with 'the guys', loss of the impish tomboyish grin and twinkle of the eye. Now only to be replaced by the feminine allure of my girlish grin and coyish posture.
Ode to thy tomboyish ways. To ye with thy tassled hair, dirty hands, skinned knees, and freedom of spirit. Thy ways have received the whirling of winds, the crackling of thy leaves under thine's footing, The trees awaited for thee to be climbed, hugged, and to be thy source of thy foundation from the ground ye below. Ode to thy tomboyish ways, thee sun shined on thy days and the moon brightened the start of dusk as thee roamed from here to there. Ode to the days of old, but may thee sun shine even brighter to thy new ways and look thee back with a gush of thine's satisfaction.
Moving on as a woman...
