Collection of Stories

I Am A Feminist

As I sit here, I can feel the eyes. Whether that be on my earphones or my bullring or my jumper with Property of No one written on it, their eyes bore into my skin and I try to ignore them, but it fills me with rage. Why should they stare? What's wrong with the way I look? Do they think that I'm making too big of a statement? Should I be sitting here in a jumper up to my neck and trousers that don't show my ankles to make them happy? 

I am a feminist. There's no doubt about it.

When I walk down the street, I can feel the eyes. Whether that be on the length of my skirt or the amount of cleavage I'm showing or the height of my heels, their eyes bore into my skin and I try to ignore them, but it fills me with rage. Why should they stare? What's wrong with the way I walk? Am I asking to be raped? Should I be grateful that I get wolf whistled as I make my way to school, to work, to the shops?

I am a feminist. There's no doubt about it.

Whilst I wait in the library for a friend, I can feel the eyes. Whether that be on the book I'm reading or the uniform I'm wearing or the amount of homework I have piled on the desk, their eyes bore into my skin and I try to ignore them, but it fills me with rage. Why should they stare? What's wrong with the way I want to learn? Am I supposed to be the dumb girl society wants me to be? Should I not be aiming towards the world of work, but towards a life of submission?

I am a feminist. There's no doubt about it. 

As I stand here, surrounded by other people like me, I can feel the eyes. But there are so many eyes against those ones. There are hundreds of feminist eyes staring right back at the misogynists ones, the misandrist ones, telling them that they need change. And I am one of them. This time, I am asking the questions.  Why is it so unequal? Why do you tell me it is? Make them think about their opinions.

I am a feminist. There's no doubt about it. And I will be one until the day I die.