An amendment : from ‘tomboy’ to woman.

As a kid, I was hardly anything near to a normal girl child. I never played with Barbies or had any fancy doll houses. I never liked the color pink nor the soft toys. I still don’t. I used to climb trees, play on mud and pulled out wheels of toy cars. I used to spend my time outside my home playing on roads, playing cricket with the guys. I always had this huge passion for cars and bikes, I still do.

Got three stitches below my right eyebrow as I hit myself on bed because I wanted to run with my sister when I used to still crawl, I was an year then. Fell off from my bicycle when I was three years old and broke my teeth. Jumped from a lemon tree and hurt myself bad when I was in third grade. Sprained my leg because I wanted to ride my dad’s scooter in seventh grade. Sported a bob cut till tenth grade. I was not even an inch near to be called a ‘woman.’ I still have so many scars on my body from these experiences. A woman’s body is supposed to be flawless, isn’t it?

I had so many male friends in school because apparently, I was only the girl who played NFS, Roadrash and was as good as them in wheelies and stoppies. As soon as I stepped out of the protective environment of school and stepped into the big bad world, I realized that girls like me are not respected much. They are judged and given names like tomboys and sluts. I was always a good student with an inquisition to learn new things and was confident girl with pretty average looks. The male classmates liked me for the knowledge I possessed, the experiences I had and of course because of football, cricket and video games.  

Now I am 19, I have become so much more calm and now I carefully choose my words. Yes, I still have those scares left and play cricket for the university team. I love football and can ride Pulsar 220F. Somewhere, the lady in me has grown and now I have become so much more graceful, elegant and poised. Though now men are scared to approach and they themselves have confessed this that they wouldn’t like to date a mature, independent and head strong women. I take them as compliments though. Most of my male friends still tell me to behave lady like and that I don’t have a calm aura around me. This is how I am, I can’t mask my feelings. I ask them to wait till the grace, feminity and muliebrity to naturally set in like they did earlier.

Let me conclude by telling this, being a woman is a matter of choice and women are powerful creatures. I love the essence of being a woman. A woman isn’t about her make up, lipstick and heels, a women is the virtues, the moral and the infinite strength she withholds.

So, please, stop judging the ladies and calling them names. Let them be. They are human and not a subject of objectification. To every little girl, who is reading this post, don’t worry, everything falls into place eventually.
Stay strong and enjoy womanhood.

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Here is me, in 2010.

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Me, 2015.

Stay safe till my next post, chao and welcome to the clan.

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9 thoughts on “An amendment : from ‘tomboy’ to woman.

  1. First of all I am sorry Antara, as always I could not see your post at the first place. But still, I know you’ll forgive me, no? 😜

    So the thing is, I’ve been officially blogging for a year now, and you’ll see how much my blog posts are based on real life. In my own life. And after meeting you, reading your posts I could feel that yes there’s one more person who clearly talks about herself in a clear way. Because other people do that too but in an anonymous way.

    So, it is a pleasure for me to read your posts. Because, it reminds me of my own posts. To be honest. And yes, it do give me chance to know about you as a person. It helps me to understand you better. And definitely, one thing is at times even my language go very straightforward. I talk about the problem with sex/prostitution/harassment easily. I never get scared of it.

    If I talk about you, what I would like to suggest you is, Antara don’t think what would people think of you.. You just do what you love.. Don’t wear a mast to be what THEY want you to be. Just be what YOU want to be and see yourself.

    Should I talk about beauty?
    Well, I don’t care about 2010 or 2015. What I know is, You’re eternally beautiful. Be yourself. 😘

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