I have come to realize a lot about gender recently. Not just because I've come out as bisexual, but because I've realized I float between "girly" and "tomboy", but I don't see why that matters.
People have said, "Wait you're girly?" or "Why haven't you picked one?"
Why do I have to pick? Why does that even matter? Don't I have the right to sometimes wear a dress and heels one day and then jeans and a boy's t-shirt and jacket the next? Don't I have the right to be bubbly and feminine and tough and outspoken?
I can be whatever I want to, right?
Also, my hair. Last I checked my hair color alone does not decide if I'm professional or not. Why is colorful hair cognitive with negativity? I am 100% sure that my hair being blue doesn't make me any less serious or professional in any way. And it sure doesn't say what kind of a person I am.
The only things it says about me is:
1)I happen to like the color.
2)I'm bold enough to dye my hair.Excuse me for having some damn self expression. I'm tired of people being restricted because of hair color. It's freaking hair. Might as well try and define me by my skin color because it is no different than that. My hair does not define me thank-you-very-much.
My hair being natural or blue or any other color does not matter. It never should. It makes me no less serious because I enjoy being colorful. So anytime anyone tries to deny me something because of the color of my hair I will not hesitate to tell them they have no right to deny me something simply based on the principal that I don't have naturally colored hair.
Between gender roles and oppression of self expression I'm not impressed with society. I'm sick of judgement via appearance and labels and gender.
If you judge someone on anything except their personality and actions I have two simple words for you.
"Fuck off."
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My Silent Melodies ➵ [ my life 2015-16 ]
RandomThis is an online diary encompassing my "Tainted Love" era. (i.e the time between January 28, 2015 to January 6, 2016) Most of the chapters are composed of the depressing things I experienced, times when I was angry, happy, ranting, random things fr...