I grew up in the 70s and was considered a Tom boy as loved sports, played football with the boys and beyond proud that i was usually picked for teams for games ahead of some of the boys - always the first girl picked. I didn’t want to be one of the girls sitting at the edge giggling and trying to get the boys attention as they played football - i was too busy playing with the boys till one day around 14 they told me basically i was no longer welcome and should join the girls. I waljed away with my head foen without saying a word and cried in my bedroom. I cried, sobbed actually, the day i wore a bra for the first time at 15 and my adored older brother snapped my bra strap as i walked past. I didn’t want anything to be wrong with my body so it was a sort of relief when at 15!my breasts started to grow and i had a period - but I desperately didn’t want to deal with all the stuff that brought and was expected of me.
Sorry for going on but this article just really struck a cord with me. Oh, and along with my Sindy and Girls World - I loved lego, mechano, weebils and longed for a garage and dreamed about havng a Hornby train set spreading all over the loft. I also wanted to be a Ballerina. God knows where or what I’d have been today.