As a little girl, I didn’t want to be one. I wasn’t a mindless doll with no aspirations, who cared for nothing but her appearance - because that’s what girls were. The world made me believe being a woman meant I was stupid, shallow and annoying, and that femininity was something to be ashamed of, but I had hobbies, passions and other priorities than being pretty. I was not like other girls.
The world made me believe being a woman meant I was stupid, shallow and annoying, and that femininity was something to be ashamed of
Society taught me how to hate women before I even knew what it meant, and I hated the woman in me before she had the opportunity to grow. It made me think that I was better, and I grew hateful and jealous of all those who didn’t fall victim to such ideas.
It all changed gradually – slowly I got to see girls for who they truly are and not as what they were painted out to be. I believed they were all the same, without originality – one just like the other. The truth was, that women are like snowflakes – all of them unique and beautiful in their way and together they can create something amazing.
The truth was, that women are like snowflakes – all of them unique and beautiful in their way and together they can create something amazing.
I fell in love with womanhood, with what it means to be a girl, with borrowing each other’s make-up, with enjoying romantic movies and gossiping, and finding beauty in the little things. I fell in love with being a woman, with the unspoken solidarity with others I can always rely on, the heart-to-heart conversations in women’s restrooms that make you feel like you truly belong, even among strangers.
The younger me would hate the current me, she would think I became the very thing we hated although we had no reason to. But to me, she would be just a little girl, whom the world persuaded into thinking she would be less of a person for being a woman; when the exact opposite is true.