I honestly cannot imagine living in a house, in a society
where I have not been encouraged to be the best in all things I do. I
honestly cannot imagine my mother helping me with my homework, my father
getting me a tutor in maths. I honestly cannot imagine my family constantly
telling me to work hard for what I want. I honestly cannot imagine being
encouraged to be the best in all things I do. Unfortunately, not everyone is
encouraged to achieve what might be deemed as impossible. Not everyone is
supported to be the best they can. I could summarise my next few sentence but
why don't we read the lyrics provided by Beyoncé in Pretty Hurts "You're a
pretty girl.
What's in your head, it doesn't matter
Brush your hair, fix your teeth.
What you wear is all that matters."
I would like to believe I am a feminist, actually, scrap
that! I hope I can one day say I a am a feminist and aim the right to do so.
One day. However, as a 16 year old female, I believe that women should be
treated equally, in EVERY way to men. Actually, I don't see why that is such a
challenge. Listen, just because of my human body, one I did not choose however
would not change, is designed for certain procreative functions does not
determine that you are better at me. It does not determine my capabilities and
certainly does not determine any way in which I must behave.
Yes, I know what the likes of Osmel Sousa think. That people
who proclaim to be feminists are ugly and just want to be as beautiful as the
models plastered across the glossy pages of Vogue and Elle and because they
physically just cannot meet those prestigious standards are jealous and bitter.
See, I also know all the people out there who believe a woman's place is in the
kitchen. I also am very aware of the businessmen at the top of their games who
continuously say that the pressure of the competitive world of marketing,
institution and capitalism is not a place for women but WHY ARE YOU SUCCUMBING
TO THE PRESSURE THESE PERFECTLY CAPABLE INTELLECTUAL WOMEN ARE PROVIDING DUE TO
HEALTHY COMPETITION?
I mean a woman did not throw herself in front of a horse
during the suffragettes for you to sit on a horse, half naked for the
attention of a man who has no respect for.
Look, here's the thing feeling pretty, feels good. I have
never seen a woman who does not enjoy a compliment here and there and if the
whole world says you're pretty, Girl, you probably finneee!! Enjoy being
beautiful. This is my opinion, if you are a woman and you have those killer
curves or those beautiful enchanting eyes and you want to flaunt it. Flaunt it!
But, are you flaunting it because you want to? Because it makes you happy? Or
are you flaunting it because you have been trained to? Have you been told
wearing the beautiful, hugging red silk dress is going to provide you a man,
who will provide you a house? Are you walking down that catwalk half naked
showing your beautiful body because you want to or because you can? There is a
thread between the intentions behind what you are doing. Is it because it is
making you happy? Are you going to be happy with the person you are going to
be? Or are you doing what you are doing because you know no other way?
I admire women who are "pretty" and use their head
to maximise what they can gain from being "pretty". Women who do what
they do for their selves. Are you wearing that bandeau outside because you are
dressing for yourself or to catch the eye of one Tyrone out there? What can
Tyrone provide you that you cannot provide for yourself? Women like Angelina
Jolie, so beautiful and talented yet with a passion for caring for others who
society constantly rejects, and turns a blind eye. It is actually beyond heart
wrenching that society will only listen and look when there is a beautiful face
shining a light on what is deemed to be ugly. Yet, women like Angelina know
that her beauty and her fame will make a difference because society will look,
society will listen and society will make a small change because the face of
Angelina Jolie was next to a sick child in the slums of India covered in dirt.
One thing that saddens me the most is how much superficial
and shallow things make us happy. Perfect straight long hair; perfect straight
white teeth. Straight has always been boring. Where is the adventure of straight?
Bendy is fun! A curvy road is fun! Yes! There are bumps and imperfections and
bits of rocks that are obstacles but jumping over that big rock was fun. Even
though it was extremely hard to be able to overcome, it was fun and it
determines what happens next. Straight is ongoing, it might be easier and less
tiring but it sure as hell isn't fun nor does it make you happy. Why? Because
it's BORING!
I know this post has a lot going on and is going from left
to right, to right to left but that is because my posts come straight from mind
and go straight to my hands, it is like an automatic response and my grammar
might be imperfect but every time I posts something, it is purely because I
have urge to talk to myself. Spoken discourse is never perfect and I don't
want to edit that. I could if I want to but I am happy with these
imperfections.
