If I Were A Boy

There aren't many times in life that I wish I were a boy.

In fact, I don't really ever remember wishing that.

Maybe except for the .2 seconds it takes them to get ready, if even. And the endless amounts of food they can eat that doesn't go straight to their hips. Ya know... the usual.

Boys are great and all, but I just don't wanna be one. Conveniently that isn't possible, so we're all winners here I feel.

Anyway. This semester, in one class I have found myself all Beyonce-ing and wishing I were a boy.

One word for ya. Gymnastics.

Something came over me last February when we were picking classes and somehow I ended up in gymnastics. If you laughed that means you know me well. I am not flexible or strong, which are pretty much the only important things when you try gymnastics for the first time in your 21st year of life. I wish I had a video of everyone's face when I say I'm taking gymnastics. Confusion, shock, fear, hilarity, becomes the whole array of emotions they go through. Much the same as mine.

But I tell you, I just wanna be a boy. They are strong. And I am jealous.

I come in for my class and mentally prep for the new things I will learn but WON'T be able to do. Then I look over and see the boys practicing who had the class before me. Back flips, cool tricks, like it's nothin! Then there is me who can't even lift herself up.

Lame I tell you

If I were a boy I would be good at gymnastics. I just know it.