Oh! My God!! Harajuku Girl / Chapter 1, Part 4: "My Tomboy Days"
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In my junior high days, I was a girl who read ‘non-no’
In my junior high days, I was in the track and field club. I was a short distance runner at events. But despite saying so, I didn’t get along well with the coach, and because of that I honestly didn’t participate that much. It wasn’t just me; the whole track club had that feeling about it. It’s not like I was especially a problem child.
As for my motive for joining, there was a girl a year older than me in my neighborhood who was in track. It was as light [a decision] as, “That girl’s in it, so I’ll be in it too.”
I loved running, but it was just that my club activities in junior high didn’t go very well. As always, I never really stood out in class, though it wasn’t because I was really plain or anything. I was your average girl.
But I do feel like the boys were prejudiced against me. I say that since there were some petty little ‘incidents’ that happened to me. One day, I got into a fight with some of the boys in class. First I heard them bad-mouthing me, so I made a pass [back at them]. It was a petty argument, but it gradually escalated and I actually got angry. At that point, I consulted with my close friend Secchan and we decided to get revenge.
After class, we stood at the front door and said, “Let’s put this in their shoes,” then brought gravel and white sand. As soon as we’d put that in [their shoes], we said, “This doesn’t have enough impact on its own. Let’s put this in there too.” We picked up grass and fallen leaves, and crumbled them into their shoes. “No, this isn’t enough either. It won’t teach them anything. Right, if we’re going to go through with it, let’s do this~” we said, and in the end we put water in their shoes. We were so terrible!
When I think about it now, I feel like I did some awful things, but it’s more like my mischievous mind steadily got more and more worked up after I was in the process of doing it than, “I was irritated, so I got revenge.” Together with Secchan, we’d both laugh while doing it.
After that, we made up with them and chatted as usual, but after this incident I started to think, “They mess around too much,” and “They seem obedient and nice but they’re not nice at all, they’re weird.”
Although I’m old enough now and my interest in fashion came out as such, it’s not the kind of hobby that [came about from] being attracted to bright and flashy things. I used to read the [fashion] magazine, ‘non-no’. It only has modest, nice clothes in it.
Since my family was really strict, they never bought me a lot of clothes, so it’s not like I was able to keep replacing them all the time. And of course, I didn’t bleach my hair or put on make-up at all. I wasn’t a gyaru or a yankee* right from the start, so I didn’t feel like I wanted to do things like that. I was an incredibly normal junior high school student. When I look at pictures from back then, even I think that I used to be really average.
In my elementary school days, I was a hyperactive tomboy who jumped up and down every day, but when I became a junior high-schooler I got a little quieter. I wonder if my junior high school days were when I was the best in my parent’s opinion.
END OF CHAPTER
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Liner Notes
* “Yankee” typically describes delinquent young adults who stereotypically like to skip school, get into fights, and modify their school uniforms in certain ways… among other things.
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