Theory

Feminisim is a mixed bag in my opinion, one that is full of both high heals and burkenstocks. When asked if I myself am a feminist the answer is not so quick to the tongue. I identify with my female identity and indulge in expressing my curvish figure with pride and grace but am I an activist in doing so, not really.

To me being a feminist means I have to actively defend my femininity to the world at large. Perhaps this comes with age, and perhaps I have grown up in a society and/or bubble of the United States that allows me to express my views in an open fashion to the point where I do not feel as if I am constantly defending myself.

I am not the victim of Rape, a child of slavery or a women that has been defending myself and my freedoms to live equally. In America I feel I do stand on my own two feet and can look a man in the face and know I can go up against him for a job position and that it is my ability that will hail me employment not the genitalia between my legs.

I look at the global issues as resent as this past summer in regards to the Afghanistan law allowing starvation of Shiite wives that do not give sex to their husbands and feel remorse and drive to push for equal rights for all women, not just those whom are of privilege.