I never wanted to be a princess. I hated the color pink. And heaven help you if you ever tried to get me in a dress. I was a tomboy. Still am. And barring any weird telenovela style bouts of concussed personalty changing amnesia, always will be.
The term “tomboy” was a comfort for me growing up, because it served as a diagnosis of sorts for why I was different. A reason for why my eyes would glaze over in boredom at princess birthday parties, and why my wardrobe of choice was loose cotton t-shirts and skate shoes when the other girls were beginning to use their milkshakes to bring all the boys to the yard. So I thought this article about how the term tomboy is becoming antiquated to younger generations was pretty interesting. It turns out when kids are allowed to just “do you” without all the weird gender expectations, there’s no such thing as a tomboy. There’s just little Kelly with the awesome Ninja Turtle collection.
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Shirt Wildfang (also love the coffee mug)
Jeans Rag & Bone
Shoes Giuseppe Zanotti (higher heel height) (similar)
Handbag Givenchy (similar)
Watch Larsson & Jennings (similar)
Sunglasses Kate Spade (also here)
Jewelry Downtown LA, vintage, Catbird, and Vrai & Oro
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