Women are the invisible fabric of modern societies. It is us -women- who look after the sick, the children, the old. It is us who -in addition to earning a living- undertake a larger percentage of the house hold work. Our brains are littered with to-do lists. We remember birthdays, doctor appointments, class events... all the while measuring ourselves against wonder woman ideals: our hair is too thin, our hips too wide, our legs too short...
Our free labor has been invisibilised and our bodies have become a political battlefield. But rather than standing in parliament pushing back we are expected to be at soul cycle (which is why gyms have day care facilities but not parliaments do not ...)
We become small under the weight of expectations. Sometimes literally, starving ourselves to fit into societies expectations. Forever hungry for validation. Forever running after the unachievable end line.
The fact that I am saying nothing new makes our fight even more frustrating. Anyone who gives a damn already knows all this.
What if the queens are not the beyoncé's? what if the ones who rule the world are not the spice girls?but rather, what if it is all those women selling warm soup at the side of the road. Young girls women carrying their siblings home from school. Grandma's bearing the burden of the children left behind, those staying because they refuse to leave their elderly.
It is a 13 year old girl waking the world up about climate change.
We don't cover all races, a colors and religions. We are the ones who will always prioritize peace, because it facilitates feeding the children. We will cross oceans, and walk continents to secure them a place in the school lunch room.
WE are the movers and shakers.
WE must recognize our own value and demand it be recognized y others.
...add fighting injustice and human trafficking to today's to do list...
we stand together in the sun, refusing to remain invisible any longer.
