Dear Me
We need to talk.
I’d suggest you take a seat or hold onto something firm because what I’m about to say to you might shake your very foundation.
We need to talk about how you’ve constantly judged other women for having loud makeup on while chiding your mom for saying that your red lipstick is too red.
About how you’ve passed on information about who slept with whom as innocent gossip while ranting about a woman’s right to have sex with whoever she wants to.
We need to talk about how you’ve told other women to pull up their top because their cleavage is making the men in the group uncomfortable, but told your boyfriend ‘you don’t tell me what to wear and how to wear it’ just last night.
We need to talk about how you think you’re all for feminism and equality but you’ve used the terms ‘slut’, ‘bitch’, ‘too loud’, ‘attention seeker’ and the like more often than you can count.
Dear me, we need to talk about the hypocrite that you’ve been.
We need to talk about how you’re your worst nightmare, about how you’re defeating the purpose that you’re standing for.
Dear me, we need to talk about a complete change.
We need to talk about how if you put up a mirror in front of yourself this minute; you’ll hate what you see.
What happened to you? Who made you so bitter?
Dear me, we need to talk about how we’re going to make you a woman you’re proud of being- a remarkable, fantastic, strong and independent woman, who respects other women.
A woman who understands- that her beauty isn’t threatened by the height of another woman’s cheekbones, or the length of her hair, or the size of the diamond on her finger.
Dear me, we need to make you the kind of woman who practices what she preaches even when no one is listening to her- ESPECIALLY when no one is listening to her.
Dear me,
I hope you enjoyed the talk.
Love,
The woman in the mirror.
