“Don’t be a lady, be a legend”

I hate acting “ladylike”. I’m not sure how to do it. I’m not sure whose idea it was that women were supposed to stand up straight, cross their legs, trap all their bodily functions, while men were allowed to be obnoxious and loud in any and every situation, somehow granting themselves a pass just because they have a dick.  Probably some man who never put his toes in high heels and walked around with deep voices and whistles cat-calling him, “come fuck me, princess”. And I want to know what this man was thinking when he saw women. The women who carry children, who literally bring forth life out of their bodies, who bleed monthly, who deal with demeaning and objectifying behavior daily because we have tits and they don’t.  Women who have raised their voices and fists louder than any man would have the capacity to against hate. And were silenced just for a voice. For saying “I’m worth something”.

Women who are told you can’t wear this because it makes your ass look too big or accentuates your hips too much and God-forbid a man looks at her body or thinks about her in any way. And if he did, of course it would be her fault, because she wore the clothes. She made the choice to wear the ones that made her look like a slut, a whore. To draw the attention to herself. She was the girl who drank, the girl who said yes until she didn't want to anymore. But it’s her fault. The man is taller and with influence, he gets the bigger voice, the louder noise “that’s not what happened”. And because of the hips and the tits, the lips and the eyes, the man is believed. For simply that.