To Be a Girl...
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12 years old...
we get told that if a boy pulls our hair or teases us by taking away our pencil case it meant that they liked us, but we didn't like it that much
15 years old...
walking home after school was dreadful because we got looks from head to toe from other boys but no one thought it was a big deal
16 years old...
girls got rated by boys from 1 to 10 on their looks and if you were below five you would be considered "ugly" or "lame" by the whole school and have a terrible school year.If you were a ten then EVERYONE would love you until the next day when another girl wore a shorter short than you and by that time it would be crystal clear that none of your friends were real.
Do girls really want to accept this life and be like every other person and ignore these day to day problems or actually fight and try to change the society's stereotyped rules that are loaded into peoples minds.
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