I am loud. I am passionate, and I refuse to shut up about it. I am shy. I am afraid to raise my voice, to say the wrong thing. I hate confrontation.
I am a feminist: I believe in the radical notion that women are people. I believe In the even more radical notion that women are still not given the same opportunities and respect as men, yes, even in America, even in 2015. Are you a woman? Are you afraid of going out by yourself at night? Men aren’t. Are you judged in a job interview for whether or not you’re wearing makeup? Men aren’t. Unless they choose to wear makeup, then maybe they are and many feminists think that’s a problem too. I am girly. I am married. I plan to prioritize having a family over having a career.
I wear orange dresses that don’t flatter my body. I feel confident about that choice, I feel self conscious about that choice. I believe that women should wear what makes us happy. I wish I didn’t feel compelled to obey beauty standards prescribed by middle aged white men who want to sell us things. I want to look my best and wear clothes that flatter my body.
I don’t think women’s appearances should be so emphasized. I want to be called beautiful.
I am a woman. My life is a contradiction, a beautiful mess. I am whole. I am a rounded character in the story of my life. I believe life is gift Hashem gave me to figure out, to come out on top of, to make beautiful.