Sometimes I care a little too much about what others think of me, holding back my honest views and beliefs so that others continue to… well, like me.
I AM A FEMINIST and have been so afraid of injecting such a bold statement onto social media platforms for the sake of protecting image. A lot of people, and I’m mainly talking about my fellow believers, think they have feminism all figured out because of what a few people do or believe. Well, not all feminists are alike. I’m not running around without a bra and war paint yelling “UTERUS!”
When I hear women, WOMEN, ridicule feminism it kills me every time because they don’t see the irony in what they’re doing– they’re using their voice, the same voice past FEMINISTS fought hard to give them in the first place, to then ridicule feminists.
Let’s be clear on the true heartbeat of feminism:
It is “the theory of the political, economic, and social equality of the sexes,” or in other words, “the belief that men and women should have equal rights and opportunities.”
FEMINISM IS AN OUTCRY FOR EQUALITY because both sexes are created equal and have been endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights including life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness ( US Declaration of Independence, just in case you forgot).
Women being abused at an astounding rate, meanwhile society still has the nerve to ask well, what was she wearing? doesn’t sound like life to me.
Women not receiving equal pay or not being able to get a proper education doesn’t sound like liberty to me.
Women being put in a box and then criticized by society for their performance in that box doesn’t sound like happiness to me.
Sojourner Truth, a feminist, once questioned, “Ain’t I a woman?”
I’d love for every Woman and Man from every nation, tribe, and tongue to extend this question: “Ain’t I/she a human?”
The answer should always be a resounding YES!, but somewhere along the line of existence forgetfulness contaminated the waters:
happens to my son
living within my skin.
drinking my cells.
his soft psyche turning
does he not remember
is half woman.
–from Nayyirah Waheed.
Over the past several hours my emotions have been tumbled and twirled by others’ comments and news reports: I’m in disgust one moment, then find myself in awe in the next; disappointed, then proud; hopeless, then find myself being whisked away in the strong wind of hope.
I may not agree with every feminist’s personal point of view, but I do agree with the heartbeat of feminism. So, I’m proud to be a feminist! I can’t help but to think of the long history of women that came before me, and the smiles that must be on their faces right now.
I can practically hear them screaming from the top of their lungs: WOMEN OF THE WORLD, THANK YOU FOR UNITING!
I march and will continue to march because I know we, Women, are all made in One Magnificent Image…