Back when I was 8, I wanted to be just like my dad (before finding out his actual personality). I wanted to have the bodily characteristics of an AMAB person if that makes sense, IDK how to word it. I wanted to be mistaken for a boy, do the stereotypical boy things, reject makeup and dresses, and I went through a "girls stink" phase like some young boys did. I wanted my hair cut short because it made me look like a boy and even wanted to wear my dad's clothes simply because they were "men's clothes".

“Girl" didn't feel right to me but growing up in a certain kind of family, all I knew was the word "tomboy", so I used that. But my family tried to convince me I was the most feminine girly girl, and that just wasn't me. It felt wrong.