Realization: Femininity

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You know, it's been a while since feminism has been in existence. The word was coined in the 17th century. So yes, it's been here for a while.

When we talk about feminism, somehow, it is more likely to be linked to something major. Which is not wrong. But you know what's wrong? When you don't apply it in real life scenarios that includes YOU,YOU and YOU.

Let me elaborate.

As someone who just graduated from high school, I am someone who has observed it, witnessed it and done it too. You'd be lying to yourself if you didn't overtly demean a fellow girl (who may be your friend, classmate, acquaintance, etc.) because you didn't approve of her choice or you were jealous of her. 

I am not asking you to go all chummy with every decision or every person you come across. You have your opinions and you are entitled to them. You can suggest. But when does this suggestion or opinion become a judgement? When you demean or belittle them. When you use abusive language to defend your opinion or want to prove to everyone how right you are. 

Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions. 

It's really heartbreaking that in some of these small, apparently "insignificant" conversations or gossips (it's more significant than you think it is) women play a big role. How can we fight for each other if we go against each other? 

It is THEIR choice and you have to respect it! If they ask you for your opinion or suggestion, go ahead. Giving unsolicited advice without knowing the WHOLE story? No, stop right there. And honestly, if you give me some stupid reason of "it's normal", I will have to give you a (stupid) example of how "normal" it seemed for women to belong in the kitchen. 

We do get jealous sometimes and we feel insecure. We aren't perfect. But don't let it get to your head. It's not worth it. It doesn't help ANYONE if you hurt, be envious or hate them.

I'll give you an example: I have a blog. So do a hundred other girls. It does make me feel insecure sometimes. I ask myself: What if that girl is better than me? What if that girl has more views than me? What if.... These questions lead to denial: "Meh, I am SO much better than her" "Oh there's a grammatical error" "She doesn't know how to blog." Now, let's analyse. How does this help me? Does this help me become a better blogger? Do these thoughts make me a better person? No and no. We need to learn from each other and we need to be happy for each other and we need to support each other so we can fight for each other. 

So I will quote a dialogue from Mean Girls to summarise what exactly I am trying to say:

"You all have got to stop calling each other sluts and whores. It just makes it okay for guys to call you sluts and whores." -Ms. Norbury.

So if you've done this and you are apologetic, don't worry. You are not a bad person. You just went astray. It's never late to change. It's never late. You don't have to go and apologise to each and every person. Say sorry to yourself, and be a better you.

So, I'm sorry.








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