We started to learn the “shame” from a very young age. How evil it was to act in a way that wasn’t a representation of our feminity. What was it though? Being female, being a woman? We born into this word that was streching its meaning to being tender, soft, delicate and perhaps weak? Before discovering our passions freely we first introduced what our passions should look like. There was always a certain frame. You are chained but your chains are long enough for you, for a woman, they said. We were seen something to “break into”, something so alien that bleeds every month and should be ashamed of even talking about menstrual cramps. When we were kid on the playgrounds a failure called as something that was done “like a girl”. And the phrase stucked. We were seen as objects more than a subject in many occasions. Today, we are still living in a world, where all those issues are accurate. The dark stains of the past are still haunting the present. As a 22 year old woman, I have personally faced every single one of them. Even walking on the street could become a cause for harrasment, every single day. And the worst part is when people get used to the unacceptable. When those so called little things pile up and frame you as the other, frame your personality. In every family, through every touch, with every glance; you might become the potential target.
Yes we are different. Difference doesn’t mean inferior or superior. We are different and will be, towards trancending this mass humiliation and shame that sticked to woman. Towards creating a collective momentum. #internationalwomensday #womensday