Labels

If you could guess on a normal day at work or school - how many times you put a label on something or someone - what would that number be?  In our society anymore there is label for everything.  I find it rather annoying.....and I am very guilty at labeling as well.  I know that this has existed for probably since the beinginning of time in some fashion or form.  And not just labeling but judging before you really know that individual.  Of course we see the outside of the person but we have no idea what is going on inside or maybe what they have been thru.  I find it is a human act to do, but it isn't right or fair. 

How many times have we heard stories about someone thru friends....we know who this individual is, but we have never really talked with them and we already have them labeled.  Or we don't give them a chance because of what we have heard.  How many times have you been guilty of that?  I have.  Not proud of that, but I can admit it...and I can admit that it is not right.  I don't like it when people label me or try to know who I really am without talking to me. 

Growing up I was a very good athlete.  I could beat most boys in my class at basketball...they didn't like that too well.  They also didn't like that I could throw a football better than them.  See when I was little I hated losing..still do, but I hated losing to boys.  When I was outside practicing they were always my opponent mentally.  I never wanted a boy to think they were better than me...in anything.  With this kind of ambition it would cause a lot of hurt in my world as a pre-teen.  Kids get mean.  I was labeled that I wanted to be a boy....that I was a "dyke" (in the 7th grade I had no idea of what that even was!).... Hurtful things....I didn't want to be a boy at all....I just wanted to beat them.  As for being gay in this point in my life....non existent!  I was totally boy crazy!  I didn't develop those feelings for girls until later in my life.  So, just because I am good at sports that makes me want to be a boy who is gay?? Hahaha, what!!??  Dumb.  Lets put it this way.....lets I had been born a boy....I would have kicked their ass' a lot worse than I did being a girl.  Looks like they caught a break on that one!

In my adult life I still get labled.  Am I a tomboy...yes I am. I wouldn't have it any other way.  Me being a tomboy or any other girl who is a tomboy does not make them gay.  I know many girls who are just or more athletic than me that are and are TOTALLY straight.  I am always amazed by kids that ask me if I am a boy or a girl....or they flat out stare like my skin is the color blue or something.  My face by no means looks like a male...I have small features....pretty skin....the curves of my body are about the curviest I think someone my size can be.  Now do I wear baseball hats....tennis shoes with just about everything....looser clothes (not baggy but not tight)....yes I do all of those things.  That is me!  That doesn't make me macho or less of a woman.  I am still very sweet, sensitive, compassionate, soft, and have my own "characteristics" of being feminine.  This world needs to understand not all woman are going to fit in this sterotype that is made up for them.  I don't wear tight fitting things because I am not comfortable with that.  I have never liked to dress that way.  I have and I do on occassion, but does not make up my wardrobe.  I have more tennis shoes than I have of any other kind of shoe.  I know many of my friends who have more heels than they do of tennis shoes.  We are all so different and beautiful!  I am very beautiful...because I am me.  If someone doesn't like it that I have short hair and like sports...and would rather be in jeans than a dress when going out...then screw them.  I will never change for anyone in regards to them not liking who I really am. 

The other night I was out with some friends at a pretty popular bar.  It was getting late and I went up to pay my bill.  I had to stand at the end of the bar until I got the bartenders attention...in the meantime there were a group of guys to my left.  I am standing there minding my own business....I saw one guy turn around and look at me from the corner of my eye.  So I turned to look at him.  He turned back around towards his friends and mad a face....one of his friends looked at me and started laughing.  Really?  Now what was said I couldn't tell you, but I am guessing it wasn't nice because I am not the typical girl they would find attractive.  And you know that is fine, because if I was attracted to a man they would not be one of them.  There is way more than meets the eye.  The funny thing is...is they only see the shell of me.  The see the hat...the hoodie I was wearing (came from playing a soccer game)...adidas pants....tennis shoes....no not what the typical girl would wear.  But they take the time to look at my eyes?  My smile?  No....because they want to see the "sexiest" parts of a woman.  The sexiest part on a woman is unique among all of us.  We all have boobs and butts...but there is always one thing that makes a woman sexy that doesn't make another.  "She's not another pretty face. She's got everything it takes."  I guess I am that kind of woman.  Keep coming with the labels and pre-judgements...because in the end I am the one that wins because....I am me and comfortable in my skin. 

"I AM NO BEAUTY QUEEN....I AM JUST BEAUTIFUL ME." 

Very random post today....lots of different things on my mind.  Sorry! :)