"You should wear a skirt sometime. You'll look better."
"Why won't you wear makeup? I bet you'll look amazing, baby."
"Wear a bikini to the beach next time, Natasha! Not shorts!"
"Blow dry your hair, honey. It'll look better. Plus, conditioning equals smoother hair."
"Why do you always insist on wearing jeans and shorts or some stupid shirt? Wear something fancy, please. You'll look way better."
I don't want to.
I won't.
I'm being myself and if it isn't enough, it's your deal.
I can't hold a boyfriend for more than a week and the only times they ask me out is when I'm forced to 'look good' at stupid Jillian's stupid parties.
If the love I get is given only when I step into another's shoes and be the girl others would kill for...
I don't need that kind of Love.
Being a tomboy isn't easy.
Heck, being me is a headache.
But if everybody's got a soulmate,
Where's mine?
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The Tomboy's Soulmate
General Fiction"You should wear a skirt sometime. You'll look better." "Why won't you wear makeup? I bet you'll look amazing, baby." "Wear a bikini to the beach next time, Natasha! Not shorts!" "Blow dry your hair, honey. It'll look better. Plus, conditioning equa...
