The definition above is exactly the term I use when people ask me why I am a feminist: because I believe all men and women of any race, religion and/or sexuality belongs to be treated with the same amount of respect, equality and kindness. I believe women have the right to make decisions for their own bodies, not the government. I believe that everyone has a right to love who they want to love, or not love anyone at all (relationship wise). I believe everyone should feel love and be loved. I believe that love is love and we should spread it like wildfire. I believe that people have the right to have rights no matter who they are because of the basic fact that they are humans. I do not believe in violence. I do not believe in hate. I do not believe that men are better than women or that anyone is superior to anyone else based on the color of their skin or their religion or their sexuality. I do not believe in those things that oppress people. Believing such things as this are uncommon in the south, especially where I live but these beliefs are not going anywhere, anytime soon.
I was raised to treat anyone I meet with kindness and love, despite where the come from or who they want to be or what they believe in. To treat those who deserve kindness, love, care, respect and compassion until they no longer deserve it. I won’t lie, I’ve been in some heated discussions about politics or just arguments in general but never to the point where I start to scream obscene things at a person, though I’ve thought deeply about it. We’re going to meet people whose views on things are on opposite ends compared to ours, I’ve learned that the hard way. It doesn’t mean that either one of us wrong, to the extent that the other persons view dehumanizes another person because it won’t be me who does such hateful things.
People are people, and I’ll say it again, they deserve to be treated with equal respect, kindness and justice as anyone else. It shouldn’t matter whether or not a person’s skin is the lightest shade of white or the darkest of brown. It shouldn’t matter whether or not a person is a man or woman. Whether a person is a Christian or Buddhist. If a person wears heavy coats of makeup or none at all. If a person is straight or gay. If a person speaks fluently in one language but not another, no matter where they live. If a person is fat or skinny. If a person is happy with how they look or wants to be changed. At the end of the day, we all make choices; the define us, truly, on who we are, who we want to be and what we will leave behind for them to remember us by. The choices we make affect ourselves the most and in America, we have the right to make choices because we are free. Other countries don’t have that luxury. Hopefully, someday soon, the rest of the world and all of its people can enjoy that freedom to be who they are, practice what they want and be with who they want to be with, without being judged for it and without being put down for it and without living in fear of wanting to be happy for who they are.
I lose respect for those who spread hate, who bring others down for who they are. It is the twenty first century and we are still fighting for the rights of humans of all types. As a strong believer in protesting peacefully for what one believes in, I am proud of my fellow feminists, in people that are strong representations who fight for the same thing I and many others believe in. The tides are shifting and the change is coming, though with a few setbacks of which we will overcome, I can almost see it on the skyline with every new day.
Spread love, friends. People deal with enough as is, we all know this, so why make it harder for someone else to live. Spread love and be respectful. Changing ones lifestyle, going against what others believe in, it is a hard fight. Being who you want to be and opening the door to change is when you deserve to be met with love. Open your eyes and your arms to those who spread hate, and maybe they can change too. The road ahead is long and hard, but when has a journey not been? Lin-Manuel Miranda said it right in his sonnet, a favorite of mine,
“We chase the melodies that seem to find us Until they’re finished songs and start to play When senseless acts of tragedy remind us That nothing here is promised, not one day. This show is proof that history remembers We lived through times when hate and fear seemed stronger; We rise and fall and light from dying embers, remembrances that hope and love last longer And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside. I sing Vanessa’s symphony, Eliza tells her story Now fill the world with music, love and pride.”
I’m not a feminist because I just believe women and men are equal, but also because people of color, the LGBT+ community, the Jews, the Hindus, the Islam’s and everyone are living in fear for their lives and the ones that they love lives of people who oppress them with sexism, racism, misogyny and too many phobias to count. The people who want to see them either as wrong and sinners or just gone. And they do not deserve that. Everyone deserves love and compassion.
Spread love, have an open-mind and stay standing for what you believe in. The rest will follow when they see how happy you are.