Being a Girly-Girl

Mar 2, 2018

Words by Alexa Marco

I used to play softball growing up.

Softball was a sport most of my friends did, and it was a way to be active, so by default, my mom signed me up as soon as I was old enough to play. I knew I was setting myself up for disaster when I couldn’t hit the ball off the tee. However, I stuck with the sport for five years getting all the way to fast-pitch. This was around the time where I ended up getting hit with the ball more than I actually got to hit the ball. I had more bumps and bruises than anyone else on the team, but this had its advantages. I somehow made it to third base almost every time due to the fact that it was automatic first base when you got hit with a ball, and then my chicken legs took me from there to third base. I was the only girl in the outfield with lip gloss on.


I quit at the age of 9.

At the time, I never saw anything wrong with being such a “girly girl.” I never cared that I would rather wear lip gloss and stare at the sky than pay attention to the game. As I grew older, I realized how large the stigma was for “girly girls”; people thought it was laughable to be a girl who was interested in Barbies more than she was interested in a basketball. When I chose the dancer/cheerleader route, I found myself sometimes getting talked down to or looked over as if I was inferior to the girls who were active in volleyball or basketball. Once again, I never let this get to me very much.


I was good at what I did.

When it came time for dating, boys would often mock cheerleaders or already have the assumption we were just there for show. That wasn’t the case. Although I was never much of a player, I enjoyed being a spectator. At football games, I would usually get yelled at for putting my pom-poms over my head and yelling “Go! Go! Go!” at the football team.

OK, so I don’t exactly know a lot of technical aspects of sports, but I do enjoy to watch. I think this is where people find it comical that I actually do like to watch sports. People think that because I don’t know a handful of players or statistics of a certain team that I just fake it when talking about how excited I am to go see a sporting event.

Nowadays, I live with a stepdad who lets the outcome of an Ohio State game affect his mood for the day and a boyfriend who is studying to be a sports journalist. Needless to say, I don’t have a choice but to incorporate sports into my everyday life.

So, yes, I like to put on makeup and look nice when going out. And yes, I’d rather paint my nails than turn on ESPN for the night. But being a “girly girl” isn’t always a negative thing. It’s who I am. For all you “girly girls” out there, don’t be ashamed when your all-star best friend is on your case for not knowing what Lebron James’ favorite color is. That stuff is silly.