I am not an insult
“She kicks like a boy!” The children on my elementary kickball team cheered as I kicked a home run.
“You hit like a boy!” My volleyball coach excitedly told me when I tried out for the middle school team in the sixth grade.
“She swings like a boy!” My PE coach yelled, trying to embarrass the weaker boys when I nearly hit a home run my first time playing baseball.
“You punch like a dude!” My sparring partner told me after I hit him so hard in a match that he lost his breath.
No. I don’t. I don’t kick, hit, punch, swing, or do anything like a boy. I’m strong. I’m athletic. I’m powerful. I’m a girl.
I kick like a girl.
I swing like a girl.
I hit like a girl.
I punch like a girl.
I am not an insult.