Today I am a Woman

Today I am a woman.

This being addressed you have just placed me into a category. You have already imagined what my next reveal will be. Will I be a woman tomorrow? Am I a feminist about to unleash my womanly wrath onto the purity of this page?

Ah yes, purity. As a woman I must sustain mine in order to avoid being examined underneath the microscope of each adult that holds my future in their hands. I am expected to hold my breath on subjects I disagree with. I am encouraged to use pretty words to keep my pretty face within the scope of society. I’ve been molded throughout my life to be the woman that people will gravitate towards, the woman without enemies, likewise without opinions. To be the woman that ebulliences confidence but never enough to pride herself of anything.

Today I am a woman.

I am expected to hide my tampon in the sleeve of my shirt and never mention the fact that I take birth control. God forbid me, a young woman, have any sexual desire whatsoever. We leave that to the men. If I were to openly voice my sexual affairs I would be considered crude and “easy”. I would be a social outcast, I would be the messy skank that got myself knocked up because of course boys will be boys and I, a woman, know better.

Today I am a woman.

It is my job to know, to be the moral compass for the testosterone that surrounds me. To keep the peace and agree despite what I actually believe to be true. I must put everyone before myself and make it my responsibility to meet the worlds bite sized needs while in a full face of makeup and an outfit that screams “I’m not a hoe but I also want to be confident in my body but I won’t admit that I like the way that I look because we hate cocky”.

Today I’m a woman

And today is just as hard as yesterday