Being a woman.. Despite everything

I loved being a woman the most. As I loved, butterflies of happiness flew inside me. The more I loved, the more seeds of love spread in my heart. The more I loved, the more I saw that my love became a medicine for others.

But neither being a woman was enough, nor loving too much.

No matter how much I love it, but they were all a little helpless. There has been a lot of writing, but we could not alleviate this pain. Our identity, which we are proud of and consider as the subject of the glorious history of being human, was a pink cloud before the rain. And she cried a lot of time. She cried a lot, a lot. As we tried to explain, as we got closer to being intelligible, someone forgot our language. A lot has happened thanks to us, but none of them have been easy.

We believed in what we could achieve first and sometimes only us. However, we had an acquaintance with all of you, which was kept apart from the majesty of men and somehow alienated from that blessed moment of birth. But we were breasts and hips and some meat. A little spectacle and eye-catching. A soul dump where some percussion, some hurt, and misplaced anger can be emptied. Of course, only in your eyes. We always believed that we were not like that. Even when we are silent, silenced and intimidated.

 We were never on the labels you put on us, and we never understood the labeling of a person. We take advantage of our helplessness, our stuckness and sometimes our sleep; you made us believe who you think we are, no lie. But deep down, people always know who they are and most of all, who they are not. You did everything necessary for us to be ashamed of being a woman, and the sad thing is that they were not necessary. No one should be ashamed of being who they are. For example, if it doesn't harm another life, if it doesn't push or marginalize another person, if it doesn't despise or torture another person. Who do you think should be ashamed? I know that it is not us.. Bullying has become the fate of our pink identity in this geography. You have created enemies from neighbors, relatives, families. And sometimes you even made enemies among us. We were unarmed. But that shouldn't mean we wouldn't resist. Femininity itself is a resistance in the world now and yes you asked for it.

 So many words, so many sentences… Again, a bitter fate, an unjust attack, a struggle for rights that we can only tell to those who want to understand… A women's story, the independent but similar story of millions of women… We really didn't deserve what happened. Even if you are equipped to convince people to the contrary, times are changing as all your traditional and outdated patterns are considered weapons. We will change time, time belongs to everyone. And this age will make women smile. We will resist!