A woman I know posted up on Facebook that women are oppressed. It got me thinking. In some ways I agree, in other ways I do not.
My first thought was, aren’t there many people who are oppressed in some way? By colour, ethnicity, sex, location, socio economic group, position at work, position in the family… honestly I think the percentage of people that are not living with some form of oppression, because of something that is not truly there fault, would be tiny.
Now as for women…
This has been a subject in the forefront of my mind lately because of a variety of things. One – I am involved in an anthology for Women’s History month. Two – A business idea I am working on focuses on this in some ways.
Yes, I believe that many women live with some form of oppression day to day. I assume I am one, I might not be getting paid what a man might get paid, I might get treated differently by people because I have breasts and don’t pee standing up. But I don’t honestly feel oppressed by those things because I live my life how I want to live it. In all honesty the thing I feel oppressed most by is society who dictates how I should look and act and what I should wear and how I should feel. And you know what… behind all that are women as well. It’s something I’ve been noticing a lot lately…women dictating what it means to be a woman and letting everyone know all the things that they are doing wrong.
I think women are taking away the power of the individual to be the individual that they wish to be. Paint your nails this colour, oh god don’t paint your nails or you are setting the cause of women back centuries, wear this, this and this, oh god don’t wear what you are wearing, you are buying in to the male dictated concept of beauty.
You know what. I call bullshit. No one, male or female, should have the right to tell me what it is to be a woman, because I am my own woman. The power is mine, I have my own goddess within me and only I can know who she is and transform into her.
And you all best hold on tight because that Goddess is coming forth and I am becoming the woman that I know I am meant to be. Not for you, not for anyone else, but for me.
Will people judge me for this? Try to oppress me, change me, dictate who I should be? Hell yes. And you know what, they will come from all walks of life, men, women, poor, rich and all manner of shapes, shades and backgrounds.
So guess what…
Watch me be free to be me.
Remember who you really are
Do what you, what you want