Isolated Daisy

Alright, so after reading the store by Linnea Due for class the other day, I was taken back to an almost identical situation with Girl Scouts that I had as a 7 year old child.

All my friends were in the Girl Scouts and we had always talked about selling samoas or thin mint cookies religiously. We had our clientele lined up and ready to purchase. I wouldn't get to know the sweet smell of Girl Scout sales and marketing for more than a few months.

I have always been a bit more "masculine" than the majority of the girls in my "click" and am completely happy with that. As a 7 year old child, you don't have an awareness of your actions the way in which you do at say, 23. My actions have become my own to the point of not dubbing them masculine or feminine, but rather who I am. I walk with a bull-dogish swagger and carry my shoulders more wide and broad than most other "women" that I know. I was told by my mother at the age of 7 that who I was, how I played and interacted with other girls, for Girl Scouts, was too masculine and aggressive. Yes, I was kicked out of Girl Scouts. Do I wish they hadn't? Eh. At this point, being as comfortable with who I am makes all the difference. Being told you can't play with your friends because you are too masculine was crushing at the age of 7, but has effected me little in the past 16 years. If anything, the incident allowed me to forge new relationships and helped me to understand who I was as a child and who I would become as an adult.

The roles in which we are often unaware that we take can bite us in the ass with respect to societal standards. If we choose to let these bites hold us back makes all the difference.