Pause

It feels like I’m starting over again
But I’m not.
I sit here in the same place I was
Five years ago.
Everything has changed since then
Especially me.
And yet here I am,
Back where I started.
Sometimes you have to go back
To know where you’ve been.
And maybe there’s a lesson to learn
That I ignored before.
Or maybe I’m just here
As a pause moment in my life.
To regroup today
So I can do better tomorrow.

Why I Am A Feminist

So I was inspired by some of the reading I’ve been doing recently around Women’s History Month. I consider myself a feminist and have been since I was in high school. Until recently I had never questioned this, but during my recent travels I came up against a number of women who saw being a feminist as a bad thing. I had been reading Clementine Ford’s Fight Like A Girl, and got into some really interesting conversations about it with people I met travelling. Some had good views of feminism, but others were, well scared, as I saw it. The word ‘feminist’ has in recent years been given some bad connotations. It was at this point that I began to think more about exactly why I am a feminist and the way being a feminist is seen by other women and by men.  So I decided to put down on paper just some of the reasons I am a feminist. There are many, many more, but here are just a few of them:

Because I’ve been told to ‘smile’ one too many times when I didn’t want to.

Because I have to work twice as hard just to get by.

Because if I take the lead I’m being bossy, not assertive.

Because when I say no, it doesn’t mean I’m playing hard to get.

Because being athletic doesn’t make my any less of a woman.

Because not all girls want to put on makeup and wear dresses.

Because I don’t fit into the boxes you try to squeeze me into.

Because I should be able to walk down the street without getting yelled at.

Because you shouldn’t be throwing stones at me, just because I turned you down.

Because the media tries to make me feel like I’ll never be good enough.

Because I shouldn’t have to push you off me when I’ve already said no.

Because if I raise my voice I get called shrill.

Because I should be able to dance without you putting your hands on me.

Because if I don’t want you I’m a prude; but if I do, I’m a slut.

Because my only goal in life isn’t just to get married.

Because I’m more than what you tell me I should be.

Because I hated balancing a book on my head, to walk ‘properly’.

Because you called me one of your ‘young ladies’ but ignored me when I needed help.

Because I’m more than just what I’m wearing, or what I’m not.

Because why should I have to obey you, when you don’t have to do the same.

Because my body is mine alone and you don’t get a say.

But mostly it’s because we are all in this together,

And that’s as it should be.