I remember it made me angry, the skinny boy who nicknamed tom in the fourth grade. The anger would well up inside me and I would squint my eyes, and ball up my fists, but never lash out.
I was an active little girl and loved all things outdoors, running, climbing trees and playing sports.
I was a Tomboy!
Those were hard times, I could not understand why, I was teased or pick on because I was good at sports and could do outdoor activities better than boys.
Fact #1-Being a Tomboy does not necessarily mean that you are going to grow up be a Lesbian.
I thought maybe I should talk about boys and how cute they are to make friends. Unfortunately, the teasing of calling me Tom continued.
Fact#2- Pretending to be someone you are not, never works.
Then I thought I would play sports differently let the boys win, when that did not work, I never let them beat me at any game again.
Fact#3- playing small, never ever helps anyone. Do not give your power up to make another feel bigger. Your light is to valuable to the world.
That is a short version of how Confessions of a girl named Tom came about.
So, I say to that boy how called me Tom, Thank you,
I am using those words of intolerance to light the path of others being tormented by bigotry or those afraid of difference.