I am angry that dress codes exist.
I’m angry that someone’s religion trumps a woman’s right to decide how she uses her body and what she does or does not put in it.
I’m angry that I get a sick feeling when I have to walk past a group of men.
I’m angry that little girls are told to be modest and that taking pride in their body and displaying it will be too tempting to a man. Girls, you are not the problem and don’t ever let anyone tell you that you are.
I’m angry that most men will never, ever understand how degrading it is to be cat-called or leered at.
I’m angry that a woman is a slut if she sleeps with a man/men outside of a relationship.
I’m angry about slut-shaming in general; why are you forcing your insecurity on others?
I’m angry that Hobby Lobby was taken seriously at all. I’m furious that it passed.
I’m angry that women get asked, “What were you wearing?” after they were raped.
I’m angry that someone I know was touched without her permission on public transit.
I’m angry that someone I know was raped by a friend of a friend on the way home from a party. I’m angry that she didn’t report it.
I’m angry that ANYONE feels entitled to a woman’s body in any way, shape, or form. She is not yours to tell how to dress, how to smile, what shape her body should be, what she can and cannot put in her body, how to use it or not use it.
I’m angry that I feel the need to change my outfit because it’s a bit too sexy or that I’m showing a lot of skin.
I’m angry that when I am mad or upset it’s akin to being crazy or hysterical. Dramatic, sure. Crazy I am not.
I’m angry that women are taught to be uncomfortable in their skin.
I’m angry that I don’t feel safe taking transit at night time because I’m a woman.
I’m angry that if I assert myself and say no that I’m a bitch.
I’m mostly angry because I don’t know how to change any of it. Be the change you want to see in the world, but how? I’m angry because I feel helpless.