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Tomboy. AMAZING movie. The little actress Zoe Heran did a PHENOMENAL job, and all the kids were adorable, and this is one of the most real portrayals of the minds of children I feel like I’ve ever seen, and it was just incredibly well-done in its cinematography and its apt use of silence to convey emotion where words fail. If you haven’t seen it yet, make it a plan to watch it. Last time I tried, it worked here.

A movie hasn’t made my heart ache this much in a LONG time. And not in the sappy emotional way of movies that make me cry (I cry easily for movies). In my 19 years of life, never have I encountered a character in a movie that I can so connect with and empathize with on this level. I related SO MUCH to Mikael as I was watching this. This was MY childhood. The amount I relate to this kid had me so emotionally involved in this film.
I’d already seen it once with friends. Tonight, we had a lab dinner at my professor’s house, and we watched this movie. I was no less emotionally invested this time, and several hours later, I still have this ache in the pit of my stomach and this feeling of anxiousness and butterflies.
I don’t like the way the description on this youtube vid summarizes the movie…When I talk about the main character, I use male pronouns. Maybe this isn’t fair, given that this movie is like the story of my childhood, and I use female pronouns, but just…I feel like they downplay gender identity with the repetition of “she” and “her” and “girl”.
What part of this movie did I NOT relate to…Spitting. I never spat. And I never had a little sister. Nor did I like girls yet, only boys. Other than that, it was just so me. When I was a kid, I was a tomboy to the extreme:
Maui in 2000
Korea 2001
Me in 3rd Grade
I would get mistaken for a boy more often than not. And it actually never bothered me, until I became pressured to perform femininity in middleschool. Actually, it kind of delighted me. But I never wanted to actually be a boy instead of a girl…I was a tomboy. But there was something else going on back then, and it’s something I’m still trying to understand today. I liked being a boy, too, and sometimes I’d just let people continue to think I was a boy if nobody was there to correct them. And when I was alone, I always related to my body as a boy. When I got out of the shower, I’d put the towel around my waist. When I looked at my body in the mirror, I looked at my muscles and saw my body more as a boy’s body. I knew I had “girl-parts” (cissexist wording, I know, but that’s how I was brought up to think of them) and I was fine with that, but I often imagined myself with “boy-parts” too. The scene where Mikael is admiring his body in the mirror to see how he’d look going shirtless among the boys he was friends with made me feel like I was looking in the mirror myself. Even the scene where he rolls play-do into a packer…Sometimes that was me, too. I had to control my outbursts of “that was so me!” throughout the movie. 
*SPOILER ALERT*


I was in emotional agony as his stealth-ness began to unravel, curling up in a ball in the chair I was sitting in. I felt his sense of terror at being found out when peeing in the bushes, because that had been me before, too. But even more so when his mom made him put on a dress and apologize to the boy he fought with and talk to his little girlfriend Lisa, I felt sick to my stomach even my second time watching it. It was heartwrenching, because he was so much more obedient than I was. I would have REFUSED to put on the dress. I would have put up a fight. I could not stand to be in dresses. I wanted to scream at the TV “JUST TAKE IT OFF, GET RID OF THE DRESS!” and when he finally did when he ran off to the wooded area, I burst out “FINALLY” because I had just been so stressed seeing him in that dress. My rage directed toward that dress was almost frightening. I was happy to see he’d thrown it onto a tree branch and left it in the woods, but I personally would’ve stomped on it and gotten it filthy and unusable, to punish it for oppressing me. 
I wanted this movie to be a vindication of trans* identity, or something of the like, but the ending kind of felt like “girls will be boys, but in the end they’re girls”, and it killed me. I love this movie, it was so touching and moving and just all-around well done, but it also makes my heart ache in a way that’s mournful and almost makes it hard to love. Almost. But not quite.

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savagebody:

Reblogging again because…damn

get. the. fuck. out.

no fucking way

maybe he’s half cat

fitt-inspiration:

lovelifeandcrossfit:

motivationforfitness:

savagebody:

Reblogging again because…damn

get. the. fuck. out.

no fucking way

maybe he’s half cat