in a world where the society constructed how little girls and woman should act, there would surely no woman on earth who is not a rebel of herself, and i am no exemption. there is no woman who says she'll stay in the same podium of mediocrity. or weave the same cultural, ideological, and political belief engraved to her as she progresses. there is no woman who will stay the same and not be more than what's handed. there is no woman either that will not break from her chains and walk across the split of world. neither do we know a woman who doesn't spit gases on her own skin to set herself ablaze. or do we even know a woman who'll pluck her own feathers to refuse the call of flight, dance with liberty, and tattle with the waft?
i don't. i never know a name of a woman who doesn't used her mouth for pleasure, but for fighting against what superficial belief did the society etched on her. i never met a woman who doesn't use her hands for matters other than labor either. or perhaps, did i somehow forget if i ever met a gorgeous woman who used her body in expense of having a future or reaching her dreams? 'o, i must've forgotten simply because they don't exist. women who don't rebel before themselves are nothing but a scrap of other people's ideals. they are nowhere near the rebels who wanted nothing more but to find it offensive that they are adhering to superficial constructions of themselves.
