Just be yourself.
For as long as she could remember, Liz has always felt comfortable in boys clothes. She loved baseball, and videogames, even comic books excited her more than fashion magazines. Of course, her classmates bullied her. They ignored her, called her names or just simply referred to her as a boy. But Liz was a tomboy. And why is that so wrong? Why are girls and boys stuck with labels placed on by society?
If there's anything that this memoir proves, is that Liz was just like any normal human girl. She had feelings, went through fun times and quarrels with friends, crushes... and was wrongfully judged for all the wrong reasons (Liz was a great friend, always being there for them, including Phyllis and her rebellious teen phase).
A bit repetitive at times.