Why I Refuse To Call My Daughter A Tomboy
Catherine Connors

I’ve spent most of my life, probably, proving to myself and everybody else that I don’t like “girly” stuff, that I can climb things, carry things, do electronics and math just as good as any boy. 
Only somewhere in my twenties I decided that I’m “allowed” to like dresses and computer games, makeup and motorcycles, pink/purple shirts and Kung Fu, “stupid” romantic movies and Star Wars.

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