I am the epitomy of the word "tomboy." I'm proud to say that I enjoy getting dirty. I live for loud and deep burps. I could form abs laughing at a fart or someone even saying the word "fart." I'm about as mature as an eight year old boy when it comes to these things, but can you blame me? My sisters played with their dolls, while I wrestled in the yard with my brothers. Did I mention I have six brothers and only three sisters? Only two of my sisters are older and they didn't care to take advantage of the fact that I look up to them and teach me how to be a girl. No matter how much I try, the loogies won't ever stop flying out of my mouth. Not even my Momma chasing after me with a broom could break me of the habit. Momma also hates that I stand like my dad. I also dance like him. She hates that when I cough it's a deep hack, and not a polite little huff that should come out of a lady's mouth. Momma also hates that I don't shave as much as I should. The boys at school think it's cool that I can grow longer armpit, and leg hair than them, and I do too. They tell me how they couldn't ever date me because it would be like dating one of their "bros." But you know what? I really don't care. Why, you may ask. Because, on the bus home one day, there was a slight funk coming from my underarms, and I promptly raised my arm and sniffed my pitts like nobody's business. After burning my nose hairs because of the stench, I turned to one of my guy friends and attempted to talk him into smelling my pitts himself. After all, sharing is caring, right? So anyways, after declining my ever so gracious offer, he looked me straight in the face and told me I was the most guy acting girl he'd ever met.
I don't exactly know the reason why, but I take pride in that to this day.
