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I used to bury myself in huge jackets.

I'd mope about and hate my curvy body,

hate the way my lips puffed,

my long hair, the way I was soft all over,

the way I was expected to shave

everything but my face.

 

I used to hate makeup and dresses,

girly movies and shoes and bobby pins.

I hated boybands. I hated pink things.

It took me a long time to realize that

I didn't actually hate these things.

I hated women.

 

Femininity was lesser. I was not good enough

because of my two X chromosomes,

because of my ***** because of my period.

I was weaker. I was stupider. I was

statistically less likely to succeed,

less likely to be important,

less likely to be loved.

 

These things weren't right. They were never true.

But it didn't matter, because nine-year-old me

believed them. My opinion didn't start to change

until I was thirteen and I wore a pretty dress

as a character in a home movie we were making

and I walked down the stairs and my friends

whispered whoa.

 

I began to understand then the power I had.

As a girl I was never lesser. I was never weaker.

Maybe physically, but that was more my personality,

and all those lies I'd told myself about success

about my importance about love

I began to reconsider.

I thought hey wait hold on

this can't be right, I'm not stupid, I'm not weak,

I'm not ugly and I'm not fat

and I'm not any of these things because

I'm a girl.

 

When I started to see myself as worthy of

other peoples' love, I realized I should love myself.

I don't hide my femininity away in huge jackets anymore.

I don't walk down the street fearful

of the people walking past who seem stronger.

Because in my lipstick and my cute heels,

I am in total control.

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Nov 12, 2013
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