let lemons be angry

 

I can't see where I'm going to be at the end of the year. I have turned, quite unfortunately, into one of those weak females I despise.

I see them mostly in korean dramas, girls I shout at to stop crying, to slap him, to walk out, to go do something with their lives. I see them in my neighborhood, women so powerless to control their daughters that they cry over banalities like boyfriends' heights and aren't worried about the serious things like rape.

Now I see it in myself, a weak girl so useless that her only concern each day is to not offend anyone and stay in a safe, small shape. I've forgotten how to dress myself, how to change my playlist, how to be enterprising, how to do independent things.

It's not feminism, it's the kind of female empowerment that we knew in Woman Warrior, speaking up to chase ghosts out, to assert oneself and not have tofu skin. Get out, get out.