Growing up with three older brothers I was bound to turn out a tomboy. My mother didn’t help the cause as she was fond of hand-me-downs & fancied herself to be “just as good as the hairdresser” which usually left me with butchered short hair or a standard bowl cut. You’d think, seeing she’d wanted a girl so much, that she would have fostered more “femininity” but my poor mother was the product of a family full of testosterone herself. Just look at these photos – you would swear I was a boy, in fact I used to get mistaken for being a lad right up until my late teens! It has only been in the last year or so that I have noticed just how unfeminine I am, it never used to bother me but as I get older I have become all too aware of it. I am a work in progress, hopefully by the time I reach 40 I will be a “L A D Y” – polished & refined….....& all that #@$%! 
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Smiles - great photographs - with that pretty face, a boy?! Don't worry I had a bowl cut too but mine was actually by a hairdresser, if that helps!!
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