I was born in Dubai. Partly raised there too. Problem with being born and brought up in foreign countries is that you’re never around family or relatives. The only relatives I had in Dubai were my mum’s sister and her three sons. I also have an elder brother.
When that’s all the family you got, you generally wouldn’t like to be outcast. So like the saying goes, “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em”.
If there is one thing that I’ll never regret, it will be growing up around my brothers! Even as a kid, preteen, teenager and now, an adult, I am above so many things that would go into the ‘issues’ category of many girls. Barbie dolls, make-up and for that matter, even dressing up, were and are the least of my concerns.
I studied at co-ed schools and naturally all my close friends were boys. The only girl friends I had, were also tomboys. So, school life was pretty smooth. The problem arose when my father decided to put me into a girls college. With the exorbitant increase in the number of females around me and peer pressure setting in, I started to succumb.
While I still haven’t truly shed the lifestyle or the image, there is this sudden increase in the clothing and cosmetic department in my room. A lot of things just sit there because I wouldn’t dare get caught using them.
Over the years, I have seen many of my tomboy friends transform into full blown fashionistas but, some of them, like me, just couldn’t shake it off completely. Although, when compared to the first year of college, all of us have transformed ourselves!
There are still a lot of guy friends that cannot digest how non-girly my friends and I are. Problem is, we’re so proud of it! I’m so proud of it. I see the other girls and honestly, they have no idea what they’ve missed out on. I wouldn’t have it any other way. A tomboy through and through.