My Choice

Women have been objects for centuries, not people, objects. The past few days I’ve been trying to write about it, trying to understand why we cannot be who we are. Why we are defined by the clothes we wear, the sex we may or may not have, the men we choose to be with, the friends we have, the way we look or the manner we talk. I am so much more than all of these together. I am me. Just me.