Feminism was the realisation that I was not the only one who felt undermined for being a girl.
It was recognising that my feelings were legitimate, honest and true. It was realising that I was not alone.
My feminism was expanding my knowledge and understanding of issues that didn’t affect me, and fighting for them too. It was becoming intersectional- I grew and learned.
Feminism began for me with Caitlin Moran. I lapped up everything she said and wrote, and then realised that she could be wrong too. (“Women have vaginas” – actually, Caitlin, not all women do). It expanded into Solange and Janelle Monae, Maya Angelou and Audre Lorde – “I am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own”.
My feminism rejected Germaine Greer- her transphobic views are not in my name.
Feminism to me was discovering the words of Rupi Kaur and finding a home there – “I am the product of all the ancestors getting together and deciding these stories need to be told” – understanding that, although we are all solitary individuals making our way through this star studded universe, that some of the battles we fight are in common. It is finding strength in those commonalities.
Feminism was my first Woman’s Rights March in 2014 and feeling the strength from my sisters.
My feminism is for women, girls, men, boys, and everyone and anyone else on this glorious gender spectrum. Because the patriarchy affects everybody, not just women.
Feminism to me is Ultravenus, staking my claim on my own corner of this “man’s world” and making my own small voice heard in whatever way I can. It’s watching my blog baby grow and take root in the lives of others.
Feminism to me, blossoms and blooms. Enriches my life and gives me both pride and understanding. Feminism is for me, for us, for my sisters and brothers. For everyone.