This morning, I opened my dry, puffy eyes, recalled everything that happened over the past few days, allowed the pain of it all to slowly consume me, and then…
And then, I made a promise to myself.
I swore to build my entire financial empire upon the disrespect, aggression, insecurity, violence, objectification, abuse, degradation, invalidation, and toxicity that men use to keep us, as women, down and raise themselves up.
I’m going to turn all my trauma into hard cash, and I’m going to use the very system which oppresses me to do it.
Recently, andfor the first time in my life, I’ve been entertaining the thought of someday having children.
I realize how exciting it would be to pass down my mom’s side’s genes, which “eat all other genes” [coarse, curly, thick hair, muscular thighs, and an undeniable aptitude for the sciences seem inevitable in her family tree]. It would be a treat to have a little one [or two], and see whether they lean towards the sciences and arts, like my mom’s side of the family, or inherit my dad’s side’s business [and also science] savvy.
It would also be heart-warming to dress and style them so that they feel confident and dressed-for-success every day; better yet, I would love to nurture these tiny human beings, as well as their skills, passions, potentials, and ambitions, so that they can make the most of their lives, and hopefully be the best and happiest versions of themselves they can be.
Let’s talk about body hair. More specifically, let’s discuss body hair removal… mainly, as it applies to women.
I’m actually seriously starving after my morning fight training, and usually I dash to my fridge for food the moment my post-gym shower has concluded.
But today was different because a thought struck me as I shaved my legs in the shower just now, a thought that made me run straight to my laptop to write this blog entry.
Why is it even a societal norm for women to be hairless [aside from their mane, eyebrows, and eyelashes, I mean]? Where did that idea even come from in the first place?
Men and women both have natural body hair, so how did it become such that females are “supposed” to make themselves appear hairless at all given times while men get to keep their body hair all-natural?
Well, while dealing with the annoyance that is running a razor blade over my knees about fifteen minutes ago, I came up with a literal “shower thought” theory:
As some of you already know, I love fighting – [kick]boxing, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, wrestling, MMA, etc. Better yet, I’m finally getting the chance to make it an integral part of my life by actually learning and practicing it. Training for a real fight is nothing short of a dream for me – I’m blessed and thrilled, and I damn well know it.
But no, I’m not writing this post to bore you all to death with my fitness- and fighting-induced bliss, so y’all are still going to be needing your pre-recorded dolphin sounds to fall asleep tonight.
I actually want to share what it’s like to be a female fighter in this ridiculous world. To explain this, first I have to tell you what it means to be a female in general around here.
It means that we’re expected to be pretty, cute, sweet, and delicate… nothing more, and nothing less. Furthermore, it means that we’re supposed to live our lives and make all of our decisions around – yep, you guessed it – being pretty, cute, sweet, and delicate.