Well, first off, I'd sell my soul to be a teenage girl!
Briefly, I choose all four, but for slightly different reasons.
Girly Girl:
I want to be majorly hot, but I don't want to be a cheerleader, and to heck with the football team, although The Pittsburgh (My hometown!) Steelers of the 1970s rocked my world!
A Jockette:
Swimming is my thing here, but I'm really not a jock. I work out faithfully though, eat healthily and very much believe in exercising to stay in shape. Tomboy? Not me. I LIKE girls who are tomboys though. Go figure, but I like many kinds of girls. In fact, I adore girls/women.
A Nonconformist:
This is me, ... heart, body and soul. Part 1960s hippie freak holdover. Part theoretical physics and pure mathematics buff. Literature and philosophy aficionado par excellence. Love ALL kinds of music from all eras but have a peculiar penchant and powerful propensity for good old late-1960s/early-1970s rock and lapse into spontaneous spasms of air-guitar playing to this very day whenever a major rock-out song comes on the radio as is my wont. Have been a sunbather and skinny dipper for well-nigh 30 years now and have frequented clothing-optional resorts whenver I could. If I was a teenage girl, I'd be all over that scene. Finally, I am congenitally and pathologically allergic to rules and authority. Always was. Still am. Proud of that. This is the main reason I bagged college ... in my senior year even. Mongering after money is not my idea of the life well spent anyway. Career? Not on my time. I know how to make money, but I don't enjoy it. The life of academe would have suited me rather well if I had actually had a real career.
Shy Bookworm:
Bookworm? Me to the max. Shy? Not for one second. However, I cherish time alone to read, write and think.
Now, imagine the teenage girl described here running around with fairly long, straight hair, mini-skirts or short-shorts, halter tops or cute but close-fitting tops, anklets and sandals, and that would so be me. Is there such an oxymoron as a classy slut? If so, I would so be her. I know, I know ... shameless, but, hey, I can't help it. Thanks!