The charm of tomboyish girls was not born out of a desire to change gender but, rather, it was a spirited sense of adventure and boyish fun.
It was about the spontaneity of climbing trees without a worry about dress propriety.
It was about the joy of running about in the mud without bothering about ruining a pristine skirt.
It was about the satisfaction of mastering the freedom of carelessness.
It was about passion and pleasure; not an identity crisis.
They sought not to be boys, but simply to indulge in activities often associated with boys. After all, who decided that girls cannot adore both Barbies and Batman, or both tea parties and tree climbing?
Back then, a girl being a tomboy was innocent because she was merely following her heart.
Long live tomboys!
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