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pink
i’ve spent a lifetime hating the colour pink
i would like to think of it as me defying gender norms but at the age of three my mind hadn’t fully grasped that concept
instead it was about not risking being called a ‘girly girl’ it was about separating myself from the girls around me it was about not being weak.
because being feminine meant relying on men total dependency on others needing someone to rescue you having a less developed intellect succumbing wholly and completely to every ‘wild’ and ‘crazy’ emotion having to press your glossed lips tightly together during every meaningful conversation that didn’t have something to do with ‘shoes’ or ‘boys’. it meant submission staying at home with the children your parents were already planning for you to have getting married as quickly as possible to any man that gave you that privilege keeping your legs bound together until that night grinding your teeth to not make a sound crying
not shouting for help when your husband seemed to not understand the meaning of “no” or “stop” or perhaps not even having the choice to say those words as he scraped his hand up your leg
i’ve spent a lifetime hating a lot of things like shopping and makeup and the way my uncles sit outside sipping on beer as my aunties clean and cook and call on us girls to help them and the way we don’t meet the eyes of our male cousins who wave goodbye to us from their seats and continue their conversation on how that girl from year 10 is a slut and the way i am scared to walk down the street alone because what if my shorts are too short and the way i grip my phone tightly with a shaking hand and press it to my ear, having a conversation with no one so perhaps the man driving by won’t slow down please god don’t slow down
it’s taken me 14 years to realise that being feminine is completely different from being weak that if someone tells me that i throw like a girl i shouldn’t take it as an insult that if i enjoy painting red on my lips i can still use my mouth to speak up and to be heard that if tears rain from my eyes i am not any less of a person that i can use my mind to empower not only myself but others around me or that i can stay home and look after my children that maybe i do want when i’m ready for it, and still play a role that is viewed as equal
that the main purpose in life is never ‘to get married’ but to love
and after 14 years although i may not love the colour pink i love the fact that i, a woman with aspirations and opinions, can be feminine and strong and that men can be feminine and strong and that femininity isn’t pink but a searing red
-we will burn these stereotypes down
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