“A woman you now are,” my mother closed her eyes…
And why women are the same way.
The need for young women to connect with each other is even more prevalent.
Community is at the heart of what feminism is all about.
How Overthinking Ruined My Love Life.
My best friend was the first to know. The bittersweet words felt sour on the ears. She disappeared into her own self-induced shock, paralyzed by the reality of three little words (“Kristie, I’m Bisexual”).
I’m sorry, I should’ve packaged up your ignorance in a neatly wrapped box. A pretty ribbon to heal your embarrassment? A sweet label to explain away your guilt?
Shame feels terrible. Hot sweats. Crawling skin. Unbearable smallness. Shame makes me feel like a little girl, not the grown woman I am.
You both asked me how I’ve been, Good.
if I ever made it to where I wanted to go, I did.
why I left with such certainty. For me.
I got bangs just like my 6-year-old self displayed on picture day.
In my last spring break, I disappeared for a night. While I suspect that this was the second time I’ve been roofied, I’ll probably never know for sure. After waking up in a strange place and returning home, I saw the damage that I believe I had caused--the tears and panic in my mom’s eyes, my boyfriend sitting in the driveway crying as he waited for me to come home. I don’t know what happened that night.
I remember yearning to feel the intrinsic bond every child seems to share with grandparents, But the title “abuelos (grandparents)” did not make them any less of strangers to me. In that moment I thought, maybe, if we had more in common, that connection would instantaneously spark.
I oblige the genesis, lay the loins facedown on the grass, indulge the sun, the fruits,
his throbbing rib, all he lacks— is it all of me?
I hope we together can knock the truth that YOu Is SmaRt, YoU is StroNG, and YoU is BeauTiFuL who don’t need no man into your head.
*Starts playing single lady*
We’d rather talk about him, past, present, future- Than her trauma then, Than her invisibility now, Then her lack of justice ever.
Although I consider myself a feminist, only recently have I began to notice the anti-feminist ways that my friends and I discuss our love lives, or lack thereof, in a college setting.
“No, I’m not interested,” is never that simple. Why do men try to pursue you and then act like you’re trash for not wanting them?
So I say, reclaim the right to be rude! Not being nice all the time doesn’t make you a bad person. Being protective of your space and choosing when and who you want to interact with, is healthy and can be a way of guarding yourself.
Every day she repeats the mantra, “I am not the men who have let me down, although my brain tries to say it’s so. I am the legend of my mother, and her mother, and hers. I am my ancestors who came before me. I am my mother, I am my sister, I am me.”
What hashtag will get the message across? Which story will be shocking enough? How many is too many? #NowIAm Tired of learning. #NowIAm Ready to speak.
I remember bruises on my thighs, hands around my throat. I remember hair-pulling, pushed against a wall. I am surprised at how much aggression can turn some men on. And I’m surprised at how I’ve come to expect it, so much so that when someone is gentle with my body, I’m almost surprised, expecting them to handle me roughly, to take pieces of me and crush them.
As someone with eighteen years of vivid wisdom, my past experiences have slowly shaped me into becoming the person I am today. This kind of experience can only be taught through time itself, and this is the constant weakness of an innocent child. In her own naive youth, I want to highlight my own experiences as a female, and give my younger cousin advice on how to navigate life when there isn’t necessarily a road map available.
Potentially, the fact that I was put off by her height could be written off as a physical preference, like preferring redheads over brunettes or any other normal attraction preferences which everyone has. But I wasn’t put off by the tall men I’d had relationships with. The more I considered my attitude towards dating men and women as a bisexual woman, the more inconsistencies I found.
I attempt to secure my uncertain fate.
With my own set of weapons,
Cling onto tiny bottles of pepper spray;
Plan a secret escape route;
That will somehow lead me to safety.