I am a card-carrying feminist. Have been since the age of 11. I shudder whenever I hear a young (or older!) woman declare “Feminism has gone too far”. While women are still 85% of the world’s poor, 85% of the world’s illiterate, own 1% of the world’s worth (don’t quote me on the stats…you get the picture), and while women are still subjected to patriarchal dictatorships where their bodies are owned by the state and by specific men, feminism has not gone anywhere far enough.
Today is for Amina Tyler.
My prayers are with you, sister.
P.S. The breasts above are mine.
My breasts are many things.
My breasts hold many things.
You leer at my décolletage,
yet berate me for immodesty when I feed my baby.
You search for photos of them on the net
yet start a riot when I post my own photo.
You speak sadly of breast cancer
yet ban a picture of a scarred and tattooed woman.
You want them minimized when large
yet want them siliconed when small.
You want them out of sight
yet you want them on your face.
My breasts are many things,
but they are not a flag-pole to your double-standard.
My breasts hold many things,
but they do not hold your honour.