So yeah, it sucks to be a woman (note that I’m saying this in a very sarcastic tone). I guess I’m damned with this ‘hysteria’ that lies under my skin. It’s very hard to be one because society however ‘controls’ the way you talk, behave, dress, act, etc. If you don’t match the minimum requirements (I’m not saying ‘religious’, let’s not start with that), then you’re nothing but a *insert any name here*, *and here*, *and here*.
Why can’t we have the same privilege as men, to do whatever the shit we want to do? Why can’t women feel safe going out by herself night and day? Why can’t we dress up whatever the hell we want? Why can’t we feel comfortable by the way we are without your eyes leeching off like parasites?
So to speak, I love skirt; long, medium, short. Boys must be missing out, they don’t how skirts could liberate you that no pants would ever be able to (exception for transvestites). Anyway, yesterday I wore my favorite skirt. Skort, to be exact. It’s a short that perfectly disguises as a skirt. I waited for my boyfriend to pick me up to work on this side of the road and it kills me inside every time I saw people took a double check – even staring — at my thighs (even they are not the best thighs in the world. “Ginuk”, my bf once called them. They’re just regular thighs layered with fat– yet nutritious. Lawl). I went to a stall to buy mineral water and guess what? The owner talked to my thighs. Literally. He even took multiple checks on them, as if he wanted to make sure they were real. I took the bottle and managed to find a seat near that stall, trying to forget what just happened.
Apparently, you can’t wear short skirt AND smoking at the same time. Things were just getting worse.
When I was sitting there, there was this guy on a bike slowly approaching (at the same time, checking at my thighs) and carefully parked his bike next to me. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to do there because I kept looking at my phone. Minutes later he decided to buy mineral water from the same stall, then lighted his cigs while still sitting on his bike. I called my boyfriend if I could wait someplace else because I was starting to feel uncomfortable. Then I decided to wait in a food stall nearby, located 200m from the previous one. I was ordering hot tea when I realized that creepy guy already seated next to me, ordering the same thing. What. The. Heck. Realizing that this is a red flag — and since there were only few people in there– I tried to be cool while looking for a chance to find a different seat. Finally my boyfriend came and the drama ended.
Then it strikes me. Should I really give up on wearing skirt for the sake of my security? Don’t even make me start with rape myth (I can’t believe there is actually something that is dumb and gross at the same time) where people believe women are responsible for the victimization like “Of course she got raped, she dressed like a whore”. Don’t even dare to tell me to cover myself, it doesn’t solve anything.
Fuck free will, for there’s no such thing. And the options are more limited for those who were born with boobs and uterus. HOW SAD IS THAT?