As little girls we are taught to be nice, to be polite, sit up straight, don’t chew too loudly, don’t eat too much, don’t talk too much, don’t seem too smart boys don’t like that. We are constantly put in our places. I remember asking for transformer toys and GI Joes, and getting barbies and My Little Ponies. I had a pink bedroom even though I hated pink.
As young women we are told to “Act Like a Lady”, don’t wear revealing clothes, don’t go places alone, don’t drink too much, don’t flirt, don’t sleep around, don’t expect too much, settle for what you can get. In high schools around the country female students are held to a high standard of dress than male students, as if the sight of a bra strap, a uncovered upper arm, or the skin above a girl’s knee would cause the male population of any given high school to become too distracted to study. Girls are being sent home, pulled out of class, and losing valuable time that would better be spent on educating our next generation of politicians, doctors, lawyers, and teachers.
In a world where we have already fought for so much, we are still fighting. We are fighting for the right to choose what we do with our own bodies. We are fighting to walk down the streets alone without fear. We are fighting to be the owners of our own sexuality and to even know whether we are female or not. We are fighting to be free of judgement and it starts with us….. So the next time you start to tear down another woman, the next time you pick apart her value, her appearance, her talent, her truthfulness I urge you to think again. Remember that time when you were told to put the wrench down and pick up a doll. Remember that time the length of your skirt was questioned. remember that time you were told to Be A Lady…..