Cute

Cute. The word makes me a little angry and that’s because people would always call me cute when I was a little girl. I didn’t think I was cute, I was as tough as my brother, even stronger than him for a long time. Together we built tree houses and we would go fishing from a raft that we put together ourselves. I kicked my brother’s friends in the shins and they would kick me harder, but I never cried. I would be angry for days if my mum forced me to wear dresses or pink jumpers. I was NOT cute. Now, I am looking for the word to describe this drawing and there is only one word that pops up in my head 😬