i hate when people ask “who you tryna look good for?!” bitch myself bye
To a man, I’m just a woman.
And I will forever be an accessory.
Someone that’s made from him.
And the thoughts and ideas that I express won’t ever mean as much to him than if it were spoken by that of the same sex.
To a woman, I don’t know my rights.
I fall into the stereotype of lipstick, shopping, and bows.
And they think that I do this all for the attention of a man - that I don’t respect my womanhood and fall victim to gender roles.
Sometimes I feel like women don’t take me seriously because I love my femininity. And men don’t take me seriously because of my femininity.
But I am a woman.
I stand up for everything that I believe in. The ideas, goals & concepts that I deem fit for MYSELF.
I shouldn’t have to tally up all the ideas I believe in, or actions I take, just to determine if I’m too much of a woman or not woman enough.
Black is modest and arrogant at the same time. Black is lazy and easy - but mysterious. But above all black says this: “I don’t bother you - don’t bother me.
the number of times i think “i don’t care” while people are talking to me is really getting out of hand