I have lived most of my life being a tomboy. I got along better with boys, I liked playing with cars, and I liked roughhousing with my brother and dad. I had friends who were girls, but even then, none of them were girly girls.

At age 32, I don’t wear makeup. I don’t even own makeup. I’ve never really learned how to put it on. I remember when I was in 6th grade, I got makeup for my birthday (or Christmas). I piled on those greens and yellows all the way up to my eyebrows. I am ever so thankful there no pictures of that!

I have spent years trying to find my inner girly girl. I hate shoes. I only moderately like to shop. I don’t watch shows like Desperate Housewives or Sex And The City.

I guess it’s a blessing that I am raising two boys. I think I would have done okay with a girl, but I’m thankful I save a ton of money on clothes.