Sometimes it’s hardest to tell your loved ones when you’re feeling down. They know you so well that you assume they can see through a fake smile or a distant gaze.
Can’t you see I’m blue? Not today. Not you, too.
by Esperanza M.
Five times a week I sit in classrooms where the majority of people are girls.
Five times a week I sit in classrooms where girls hate other girls.
And twice a week I spend two hours in a classroom where things are particularly bad.
Twice a week I have to be in a classroom where things are worse than in any other I’ve seen.
And I can’t help but feel angry and uncomfortable.
Twice a week I spend two hours hearing comments about some girl who is a slut,
About some girl who didn’t lose weight for her wedding day,
About some girl who has the ugliest clothes,
About some girl who tries too much,
And another one who doesn’t try enough.
Someone told me lately:
“Sometimes other women are a bigger problem than the patriarchy”
And I think they don’t realize.
We women can be part of the patriarchy too.
And I think the first step to fix this is:
Love and respect other girls.
We are made of the same.
Just stop the hate.