Growing up, no one ever told me I couldn’t (with the exception of my mom disallowing me to play hockey. I’m sure some of it was that I weighed all of 70 lbs. I play roller derby now, showed her). And no one ever really curtailed me when I decided to have a boy’s haircut until I was twelve, playing with the boys at recess, or when I preferred to dress in baggy tee shirts and pants instead of the dresses I had long donned for school. I was brought up around a bunch of boys, by accident. All of my parents’ friends’ children were made of snails and puppy dog tails, and I learned to play with them as if I were no different. I think my own personal female identity was strongly self-developed but, importantly, unlimited by my family when I was younger.
Submitted by Anonymous, Edited by Arianne Keegan