People who have known me for a long time are aware that my perspectives have evolved significantly over the years. I view this evolution as a healthy sign of personal growth, which I believe is essential for being a well-rounded adult.
Before the birth of my third child—a daughter—my understanding of feminism was quite limited. I used to think that feminists disrupted the status quo by protesting and rejecting traditional gender roles. I associated feminism with anger and disdain towards men, believing that it meant rejecting femininity.
To be honest, I once shared with friends my belief that women were not fit to lead the country, saying, “Men are better suited for those roles.” I know, it’s embarrassing to admit, but it’s part of my journey toward understanding. I’ve come a long way since then.
Fortunately, I have had the privilege of friends who were patient and knowledgeable, guiding me to see that being a feminist does not mean forsaking my identity as a woman. Rather, feminism celebrates our gender and advocates for equal rights, opportunities, and respect for all women. It empowers girls to pursue their dreams, demanding they receive equal pay and recognition.
Feminism allows for diverse choices; some women, like myself, opt to leave demanding careers and focus on family, while others may choose to travel the world without settling down. Ultimately, feminism is about having the freedom to make our own decisions.
Recognizing my identity as a feminist also comes with the responsibility of raising my three children to believe in women’s power. This endeavor is challenging but rewarding, especially when I witness my daughter exhibiting courage and confidence.
For instance, on Halloween, we took our kids trick-or-treating in a friend’s neighborhood. My daughter, dressed as a vibrant butterfly, approached a little boy in a toy police car. “I want a ride,” she declared, pulling on the passenger door.
The adults nearby cooed, finding the moment adorable. “Give her a ride, Tommy!” urged his mother, as my daughter climbed into the car. But she didn’t hesitate to assert herself, telling him, “You’re in my seat.”
The boy hesitated, looking both confused and intimidated, while my daughter stood her ground, repeating her demand. After a brief standoff, Tommy relinquished the seat, and she confidently took the wheel, leaving me filled with pride.
These moments reinforce my commitment to encouraging my children to embrace their individuality and assert their needs.
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In sum, I am proud to identify as a feminist and to raise my children with an understanding of women’s strength and capabilities.