Kennith Vinyard

Dating Is Legit Horrible

When I was the tender young age of seven I knew that I wasn’t a girl. I loved how much I looked like my father and that you couldn’t tell my gender unless my mom put in those God forsaken barrettes. I was a huge tomboy well at least that’s what my family chalked it up to, so my mom didn’t mind me liking the outdoors and video games or fishing. What she didn’t understand was my anger and crying fits when she forced me to wear dresses with stockings or flat-ironed my hair to make it look more feminine. We fought from time to time because all I wanted to wear was my jean skirts that covered most of me or my basketball shorts and a raggedy T-shirt.