of feminism

If you would have asked me a year ago if I was a feminist I would have probable said NO. It hadn’t crossed my mind what I believe in and feel very passionate about is actually a thing. If felt great knowing I wasn’t the only one fighting this in my own small world.

I really wasn’t planning to write about this. But I cant just keep quiet. We have seen women being stripped naked because of the clothes they are wearing. It honestly doesn’t make the situation better. If she was so badly dressed and it really bothered you why not cover her up? This is a violent act and it’s so offensive I haven’t brought myself to watching the videos. I am afraid I might weep or just raise my blood pressure.

I am a feminist. My boyfriend is worried he might see me on the news protesting something but I know he only worries for my safety. I grew up with two brothers. Life for me as a kid wasn’t defined as “girl and boy do different things”. That only started as I grew closer to that age where boobs start to pop out. I wasn’t for it….the change in behavior. I wanted to do the same things by brother would. I had the capacity to anyway. climb trees, race, get dirty…but it wasn’t what girls did.

I picked a career that excited me. A career where 80% or more of my colleagues have been men. I love technology. And I have had to fight to be looked at as a colleague and not a woman. Now we fight over discrimination and violence. When did this get to violence? Sometimes I wish men would be women for a day. See how we are teased, looked at like objects, how most of us were sexually abused growing up, sexually harassed at work….just because we are women.

I want a world where we do not discriminate. Everyone should be given an equal opportunity. Men are great cooks, women are great leaders…either one can do another. It starts with us. I cannot wait to be a mother and teach my children what I only learnt the hard way.

Let us protect our women, stop violence against women.