Who I stand with. #March8th

I wore red today. A subtle little hairband, with some fabric flowing through my hair. Like that whip they used against our witch sisters. Like the leash they want to keep us on. Like the blood that spilled every time conquerors claimed their female flesh war tribute. It doesn't matter if anyone noticed. I know I did it. And I did it for me, and my sisters of all ages, of all times, everywhere.

As a kid, I used to get picked by the other kids because I was fat, not pretty enough, because I wasn't the kind of girl anyone would date -and that was the only mean to measure your value: how "datable" you were. Then I grew up. I studied, I developed a "personality" and skills. I even became "pretty", sort of. And I got lower paid jobs, lower positions, lower everything. Always with the clear, unspoken clause that if I got pregnant they would have got rid of me without even thinking about it. I've been told by one of my bosses that all my PhDs, Master degrees, efforts, everything, were just a proof that I was one of those b*tches that think they're better than men "just because they have a degree". Now, when I hear you girls saying "hey, enough already! We should celebrate the day of human beings, what's all this fuss about women?", I can't help thinking that either you've been very lucky so far, either you are just stupid. Plain and simple. Because this is the point of affirming ourselves: being treated as equal human beings. And you, boys, when you say "hey, you wanted equality, so why should I be a gentleman on top of that", you are just so ridiculous I really don't know what to say. So, you can be nice only to someone that's inferior to you? Ah ah. Nice. A true gentleman's behavior. Because this is not a celebration, this is a funeral. We must remember the dead if we want to celebrate life. My rage could light up a star, as well as my love could fill it. Same process, different end. And it's not up to me alone. So either you are with me, either you are one of those who tried to push ne down, who paid me less, who forced me to choose between keeping my job or having kids, who told me that no matter what, I was meant to be less, who torn my efforts to be a better skilled person into pieces and spit hate on them. Who told me that I wasn't pretty enough, and then used my finally pretty face to downgrade me to "just a pretty face". Who do you choose to stand with? I know who I stand with. I stand with those who dream big, with the fearless , with the gracious, with the loving, with the fierce. I stand with the Warriors, I stand with the dreamers. #womensday

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