Recently, I watched Bend it Like Beckham. This movie made me question my cultural beliefs and the reality of cultures. Especially on family gatherings, I have grown to dislike my relatives for their ignorance and closed minds.
Y'all have no idea how much I want to say, "It's 2017!" to their faces every time they make a stereotypical comment.
My family discriminates people with tattoos and piercing. The funny thing though, is that the best people I know are covered in piercings and tattoos, while the worst go to church every Sunday.
My mom and I once had an argument because I told her that I wanted to get a lip piercing and a small tattoo. As usual, she used the "What will your relatives think of you?" Card. I wanted to tell her that who cares what they think? I am the one who's living my life and not them. I am not alive to live up to their expectations, I live for me and me only.
Growing up, I hated it when my relatives tell me to, "Wear makeup,wear a dress, act like a girl, play with dolls not guns, that's only for boys,"
Traditions are a way for us to honor our ancestors but sometimes traditions holds all of us back and not move to the future.
If I spent my entire life trying to please them, in the end I'll just blame them for the opportunities that I missed just to be the perfect daughter.
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Peace out
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