“How dare you to wear a skirt in class? Haven’t you seen how fat you are?”
“You are too much. Too emotional. To intense. Too much.”
“You look like a boy.”
“Are you a lesbian?”
“Oh, so you were a tomboy.”
“You’re crazy, Perla.”
“Please don’t talk about your period again. It’s gross.”
“Why are you showing your legs?”
“You wear ties. Wow. Very manly.”
“You are beautiful, she is ugly and dumb.”
Ok. Being a woman has not always been easy. I’ve been called many names, judged by the way I decided to look & wear, tagged by the simple fact of being surrounded by men since I was little. Yes. My best friends happened to be guys, I grew up with them. I played (still do when I can) Counter Strike and Day Of Defeat and Half Life, and Call Of Duty and St Andreas. I’ve had the shortest haircuts, I’ve been myself even when the culture, company or circumstances would not approve. And all that does not make me less of a woman. Sometimes I still allow others’ opinions about my physical appearance determine how I see myself. I’m a work in progress. I’m not only noisy, stubborn, proud, emotional or a ‘pretty face’ but also strong, smart and an achiever. And above all, I am a woman.
Happy International Woman’s Day.