Ashamed to be Female

This was a massive problem for me growing up.

Ashamed of being female. Up until I was eleven years old I loved makeup and perfume and I used to play dress up with my mother’s clothes, wear her jewellery and even her makeup when she wasn’t looking. She always knew, of course. Mothers do, don’t they.

When I was eleven, nearly twelve mind, I started developing tiny buds on my chest. I also started gaining a little weight, namely on my behind and thighs. I wore large T-shirts to cover it up and stopped wearing the dresses my mother used to buy me. I hated them with a passion, even though before that age I would chose them myself.

I started wearing jeans and T-shirts to cover up the boobs, and when I started my period, I cried for days. I prayed and prayed and prayed it would go away (thank goodness it didn’t, what a ridiculous thing to pray for!) and I started feeling disgusting.

Physically disgusting, like there was something wrong with me. Sanitary towels were something I hated, I used to stuff them in my mother’s wardrobe as though they had nothing to do with me. I turned my nose up at makeup and I even stopped brushing my hair because my hairbrush was pink. I even developed a manly gait where I would hung up my shoulders and swagger a little, to show that I was tough.

I wanted to be tough and strong. I played all sorts of sports and forced myself to watch football (even though I actually couldn’t care less about the sport) and was really scornful to girls who giggled too loudly or looked too girly. There is nothing wrong with playing sport, of course, but for me it was excessive and sweaty, and a way to prove I was not feminine at all. This lasted until I was about seventeen; all through high school (college in the UK) I wore oversized hoodies and boyish jeans. I would never accessorise and never made any effort with my hair or face.

I looked like a potato, in all honesty. It was beneath me to make anything of my appearance. I suppose even if I had wanted to be boyish I could have at least brushed my hair and chosen nicer looking clothes. I looked like a tramp more than anything.

I was not comfortable in my own body and I hated my boobs.

The thing is, inside and underneath all that I was actually very girly. Once I became more comfortable with being a female I started wearing makeup and girly clothes and enjoying my feminine assets.

I don’t know why I was ashamed before. Thinking back on it, I think that it stemmed from this idea that I had that women were silly and frivolous and weak. I don’t know why I thought that – my mother is an exceptionally strong woman, and she always told me I was beautiful and taught me always to be myself and stand for my rights and the rights of others. My grandmother suffered horrendously at the hands of her ex husband but came out of it with her head high, albeit with a broken heart. She independently bought her own house in the eighties, and worked so hard to make sure her kids got an education at a time when lots of people didn’t really go to university, was a mother and a father to her children (a really tough job) and when she died left behind a strong, empowered legacy.

I still don’t love my own body, but I love dressing it up and wearing nice feminine things. Also I am a great fan of bras and I love my boobs, which is a good thing because they got so much hate before

Have any other females felt this way? Do you know why one would feel this way going through puberty? If you do, please share!

 

Disclaimer: I am in no way at all saying that females should not or cannot be boyish. Some do and rock it really well, and go them. I am just detailing my personal journey with this issue.

 

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6 thoughts on “Ashamed to be Female

  1. I felt this way too. Sadly, when I developed my boobs I was firstly quite excited and proud but then got told by bitch of an aunt not to stick them out or draw attention to them. In the Asian culture I was taught to be ashamed, to cover up, not to be proud. I was so taken aback and so much more self conscious I developed a hunch and to this day I hate myself for having listened to my aunt. I drew my shoulders inwards so my boobs wouldn’t stick out. When I realised the aunts true colours it was too late for my posture and self esteem. I vowed to be the best version of me that I could-and turned to tomboy kickass-ery. I love sport, games, computers anything typically associated with guys and excel in it. One day I’ll learn to love my boobs-not sure when.

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    • That is so sad 😦 Like how can girls NOT stick out their boobs, it’s part of their bodies! It’s like asking somebody to hide arms! I hope you do eventually get to love your boobs, they are a part of you 🙂 Thank you for sharing your story, I wish you all the very best.

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  2. I didn’t mind being a girl. But I didn’t like being ‘girly’. I had older brothers, and wanted to be strong and tough like them, but always knew I was a girl and that was okay. I think I didn’t like what girls could and couldn’t do…..

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    • Ah, now that is an excellent way of putting it! ‘Didn’t like what girls could and couldn’t do’ – I was so vehement that girls could do everything, and I would be the one to prove it! But I have since learned that girls can be ‘girly’ if they want to, and still do things boys can do. It’s awesome that you always knew you were a girl and were okay with it, Colleen. That is so important, that you are okay with who/what you are 🙂

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      • I agree, being girly and doing whatever you want is different than when I was growing up. My mom would have preferred I was a girly girl. I was the epitome of a “Tom Boy”. Fortunately my younger sisters were more girly. I was always comfortable with ‘me’. But didn’t get to do things I wanted to do because I was a girl (I think I would have gone into mechanics or something to do with building….). Ah well. I’m here and happy now. 😉

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