Thursday, 9 March 2017

International Women's day



I am the worst woman/blogger as International Women's day was in fact yesterday 8th March... I'll be completely honest and say I didn't have a clue it was coming up, but still wanted to put my two cents in. 

Women are great, and thanks to the efforts of many women before me, I am lucky to have many/all of the same rights as men. This isn't to say that we haven't got a way to go (just a friendly reminder of how the Suffragettes used racism to further their cause), but we have achieved a lot. 

I have been a firm feminist for as long as I can remember. Even when I was younger I would get a deep sense of anger against anyone who said I couldn't do something because I am a girl - and I think this is thanks to my parents, especially my mum.  Because of them, feminism isn't a thing it is just common sense, and it still astounds me today that it is even an issue for debate. 

My mum is a woman who takes no shit. She firmly pushed the belief into us that we should stand up for ourselves, to not bow down to bullies. Though this point shows through me in silent stubbornness rather than vocalization, it is something I have kept with me for a long time. I went through a tough period of being put down, and made to feel a failure by my own school. Though I didn't really do anything proactive against this, because of my mum I have kept that stubborn fire burning in myself to pursue my dreams in my own way and on my own terms. Thanks to my mum I have goals, and I believe I can achieve them as long as I work for it.

My dad showed me that not all men treat women like delicate flowers, and that I can be just as tough and strong as them. My favourite show growing up was Buffy the vampire slayer. There is no other way of describing my feelings for the show as anything other than obsession - I probably still am today. I remember one day him coming out of his garage with a present for me, a little wooden stake that he had carved - so I could be just like Buffy. Its a small thing, that he probably doesn't even remember, but it meant a lot to me. It wasn't a doll's house, it wasn't something fluffy, it was a stake so I could run around the garden pretending to stab things. It showed me that he understood who I was as a woman and didn't want to change that. 

Both of my parents encouraged me in my sporting days, from netball and football to kick boxing. Nothing was off limits to me just because of my gender.

I'm also lucky enough to be surrounded by like minded people. I think this is probably because I pick my friends partly for their beliefs and not just blind luck. I have friends that are determined to make me feel invincible - this cartoon by Sarah Andersen is probably my favourite way of describing it:

I appreciate all the great people around me who make me happy with the fact that I am a woman.


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