"We got our faces from the wimmin before us. Placed our hands on our side to firmly situate ourselves upward, to sway with some 'tude'. We stood like the tallest of trees, rooted in the survival of the ones before and the ones after. My mother folded herself into the corners of my mouth, stretching my dimples from the center of my cheek to the curve that shaped my chin. My grandmothers laid their lives along my collarbone, only revealing themselves when I lost the weight of the world, after gorging myself on energy that I couldn't use, but could only store, making me feel heavy in myself. My aunts came together and imprinted their marks that stretched across my entire body, creating a roadmap only I could read. Their legacies, I carry with me. Literally." - Breanna Taylor.
Have you felt like you have been impacted by too many people in your life? That awkward moment you are sure you can’t zero in one person and ascribe your life changing lessons to...
.The hero of my story will be all women folk.
Welcome to the 21st century where women have rights. So, we’re supposed to. Since the dawn of time women have been fighting for their rights. The right to be equal to men, and not to be treated as second class.
“Nothing is impossible, the word itself says ‘I'm possible’!”
Maybe you were cited as a “manic pixie dream girl” just recently or beforehand. Perhaps you've had took as a compliment because of showing enthusiasm and energetic spirit. Few, myself included would consider a manic pixie dream girl of a stereotype of the male gaze.
Almost two years ago I was a Londoner hooked to social media, and very aware of what was going on in the world, particularly in the U.S and the U.K; I felt energised every time there was a win for humanity such as the #metoo movement, but unlike other Londoners, I did not go out much, instead, I invested my time leaving comments and writing blogs about some of the things I went throughout my life, those experiences I felt could help others; but all that stopped in the moment I moved back to my home country.
’You are our world and you carry it’s future in your hands’
The Female Uprising and Conquering of the Tyrannical Monsters
I consider myself a radical feminist. Perhaps that is redundant as feminism seems to be radical all on it's own. But what I want to talk about right now is women and self love and how that might not align with what we believe as feminists.
I remember the first time i guy looked at me like i was prey, he glanced me up and down and told me that he "would defiantly give it to me". He thought he was being charming, i just felt sick. I remember getting changed at least 4 times before going out because i was scared that if i wore what made me feel good about myself, i would attract unwanted attention. I remember having to spend a night avoiding my boss at a party as he kept trying to pull me into rooms alone, and feeling so intimidated that i felt like i had to ask his permission to leave. I've had to pretend that male friends are my boyfriend whilst out, fearing that this is the only way to get other boys to stop harassing me.