I like being a girl. Yet I’ve never really liked being one either.

I am what others call a tomboy. But I don’t look like one though.

I have a dimpled smile, long straight rebonded hair, a rather well-developed chest, curvy body and a cute voice.

But, I also hate dresses and skirts, love being clad in jeans and t-shirts, totally hate makeup and I can’t tell the different between a tank top and a spaghetti straps (well, then again, that was a few years ago. I do know the difference now.)

And, I so do not enjoy the company of girly girls. They make me puke to death. Mostly, the make me roll my eyeballs so much that they fall out and bounce onto the ground.