Clarissa doesn't understand why her mother won't let her cut her hair short, or throw out the dresses that are taking over her closet. She doesn't want them. She likes the mud and the way her clothes get those green stains when she's rolling around, wrestling with the guys, just being one of them.... Why couldn't she just be a boy? It'd make it easier. It'd be better than this, it wouldn't be so hard if she had been born a boy.