It is beyond me how history turned the woman from the Goddess the leader the source of life, the power, the beauty, the creator into this belittled, controlled secondary being that -apparently- doesn't have the mind, the strength, the responsibility to stand alone without the shadows of man.
How did man turn into the main subject of life? The center of life? The light and guide? With what merit or power, when the ultimate true gift -super power- of being resides in the female body? When even the anatomical differences presumed to be what gives man his strength and superiority, with a little critical thinking, only points towards the bearing of a woman?
Lately, I've been going through really interesting feelings and thoughts induced by my Obstetrics and Gynecology rotation. Putting my existential crisis and my absolute faith that the only solution for World's problems is the extinction of the human race aside, my apprehension towards child-bearing and childbirth appears to root deeper than that. Simone De Beauvoir said that we can either be different or equal, but we can never be both. And at the fear of ending up sounding sexist for attacking the male superiority by imposing that of a female, but some facts are there to be stated.
How did I come to be a property, a second-class citizen, an active building block in this society who is "supposedly' equal in "professional" settings to my counterparts from the opposite sex when I still need my "male" "guardian" to sign a form that I -person- already signed.
How did I come to be so doubted, so taken for granted, when I am the only way for life to persist? I am expected to raise your children, grow them in my inside, deliver them with all pain endurable and not, love them to grow and nurture them to create everything that my womb didn't directly create only so I don't be trusted with my own choices? with my own will to live life as I dream of living?
We are different because man can never bear. And we can never be equal for our strength is greater than your empathy.
Give me one thing a man can do that a good woman cannot? Now, do I need to ask the question in reverse?
My apprehension was always towards our rights undermined, our identities toned-down. We are painted in black for a reason, colors are harder to anticipate and control.
How did man turn into the main subject of life? The center of life? The light and guide? With what merit or power, when the ultimate true gift -super power- of being resides in the female body? When even the anatomical differences presumed to be what gives man his strength and superiority, with a little critical thinking, only points towards the bearing of a woman?
Lately, I've been going through really interesting feelings and thoughts induced by my Obstetrics and Gynecology rotation. Putting my existential crisis and my absolute faith that the only solution for World's problems is the extinction of the human race aside, my apprehension towards child-bearing and childbirth appears to root deeper than that. Simone De Beauvoir said that we can either be different or equal, but we can never be both. And at the fear of ending up sounding sexist for attacking the male superiority by imposing that of a female, but some facts are there to be stated.
How did I come to be a property, a second-class citizen, an active building block in this society who is "supposedly' equal in "professional" settings to my counterparts from the opposite sex when I still need my "male" "guardian" to sign a form that I -person- already signed.
How did I come to be so doubted, so taken for granted, when I am the only way for life to persist? I am expected to raise your children, grow them in my inside, deliver them with all pain endurable and not, love them to grow and nurture them to create everything that my womb didn't directly create only so I don't be trusted with my own choices? with my own will to live life as I dream of living?
We are different because man can never bear. And we can never be equal for our strength is greater than your empathy.
Give me one thing a man can do that a good woman cannot? Now, do I need to ask the question in reverse?
My apprehension was always towards our rights undermined, our identities toned-down. We are painted in black for a reason, colors are harder to anticipate and control.
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