Ah yes, the confusion of childhood.
I remember being sure that girls could have willies and vice-versa at 5/6. And women hairy chests for much longer (and I don't think I was wrong there
). I also remember being told in no uncertain terms that I could not wear a cowboy suit at playgroup because that was for boys, by the other children
.
Then I found out all the things women 'had' to do like have breasts and periods and sex and babies.
I certainly did not want to be one.
As I got older, I did not like the changes in my body, was worried I would never be a proper woman after my genitals changed and vowed to live my life as a virgin and study maths, like the maths teacher (no idea of what she actually did in her private life -she was just 'Miss'
) As I got older, I was very restricted by my parents, and got quietly suicidal.
I finally escaped to uni, found DH who was just the sort of boy I would have played with when I was little, was overcome by my hormones (and alcohol), nearly failed my degree and ended up a very stereotypical naice girly 50+ mother of 3.
I think a non-judgemental listening ear would probably gone a long way, and constant reassurance that what you are is good enough.
(The blog was interesting - misuse of the Barbies/Sindies/Pippas perfectly normal IME
).