My name is Amanda L. Winter. I was born on 17 March, 1983 in Lexington, Kentucky, where I lived until the time I went to college in another state. I’m the fourth child and the only girl in a family of five. My father, Mr. Paul Winter is a retired physician and he currently runs a drug store within the city.
My mother, Mrs. Beverly Winter was a registered nurse working for various medical institutions across the state, until she decided to retire in 2010.
Nowadays, she helps dad run the drug store. I went to school in Dixie School and Paul Laurence, where I completed my elementary and high school education respectively. Then, I went to Kansas University, where I did my under graduate degree in Journalism. Growing up around four brothers was not easy, considering the fact that I am a girl. With all the masculinity in the house, there was a lot of competition and rivalry. I had to be tough as my brothers or I would have been toppled by their naturally aggressive nature.
Not that we were a dysfunctional family, it was just normal sibling rivalry and it turned to be of benefit to me.
Since I was the youngest and a girl, I was bound to be at the bottom of the totem pole in everything. So, I had to be equally tough to fight for whatever was rightfully mine. As a result, I turned out to be a tomboy and also built a reputation as a no nonsense girl.
Furthermore, I had older brothers to protect me in case of a dispute. I believe I adopted both my parents’ brilliant brains, because I was always the best students academically. However, my abilities were not limited to the classroom alone. I also excelled in sports. In high school, I was arguably the best female sportsperson in outdoor games, especially in athletics and volleyball. I have many accolades to my name, however the one that stands out was in my second year in high school. Representing our school in short races, I went to the state competition where I emerged third overall. I was not fortunate enough to win it, but it was an eye opener for me to strive for greatness in life. Fortunate for me, I won the best sportsperson award that year at our school’s award giving ceremony.
While I was forging a name for myself in the academic and sports circles, my social life was in a really bad state. My tomboy look was making it hard for me to coexist well with either of the sexes. The girls were scared of my tough persona, while the boys felt intimidated by my confidence and competitive nature. My wardrobe was full of my brothers’ clothes that they had outgrown. All the girlish clothes my mother bought for me, I had them piled in the closet and completely forgot about them. When we went to the stores to buy clothes, I would be with my brothers at the boys’ section. This disheartened my mother and she tried to advise me out of it, but I was just too adamant. Eventually, she accepted the way I was.
However, something happened in my life that sent me reeling back to the foundations of my femininity. It happened during my senior year in high school. It was the prom week and everyone was geared towards the most important night of their high school life. Love was in the air. Young men were gathering courage to approach girls they liked, while girls were torn apart whether to accept or reject their proposals.
All the girls had prom dates, except me. No one approached me or even mastered the courage to look my way. It was one of the worst days of my life. I spent the night with my mother watching my favorite movie to raise my spirits up. As a result, I decided to embrace my feminine side. I got rid of all the male clothes, started wearing dresses and released my hair. My mum really came to my aid at this point in my life and although it was hard at first, I got used to the idea of wearing dresses ad heels. So, I began my college studies with a new form of rejuvenation in life. I decided to pursue my college education far away from my hometown, because of th