Anyways, I started playing soccer when I was 5 years old with my cat and my grandfather in Jamaica (at least that’s what my mom tells me).
But when I really recall starting to play was in North Carolina.
Back when I had a large gap in between my two front teeth, and hair shorter than average boys. I was more like a complete boy and not just a tomboy.
If there was a contest for who could be the most like a boy between the ages of 7 and 13 I would have won the gold by a long shot.
I wore boy boxers (purple ones with tazmanian devils on them), big shirts (some of which are even too big for me now) cut my hair short in Jamaica, and in Spain to a buzz cut, went swimming without a top used the male bathroom because people looked at me funny in the women’s bathroom, and even went to the extent to call myself Alex when strangers would talk to me because they would assume I was a boy and I didn’t feel like explaining that I was a girl (my mom told me this had to stop when a parents came up to her and told her that her little boy was so cute…).
I played sports, all of my best friends were boys and I loved it. I felt comfortable and had no worries about what others thought about it.
Eventually though, my boobs started to grow (although they stopped half way through I’m convinced and still haven’t finished that process) and around the age of 14 I started letting my hair grow out and got into the female clothing.
But never stopped playing sports, hanging with guys, only changed my appearance.
In the transformations of those fazes even at a young age I learned a lot about society though because how you look on the outside effects how people act towards you even if on the inside there is something completely different.
So I still play soccer, now I play in Croatia for the Women’s National team and I want to play in Germany hopefully at a professional level one day. But I will tell you more about how I ended up in Croatia in the next blog because I’m late and have to run to practice!