I originally wrote this when I read this article in The Star but I feel this way pretty much everyday that I read anything posted by any one of the feminists I follow. I wish I was alone in feeling so defeated, but I know I am not.
I am so tired.
I am so tired of being told I am untrustworthy.
I am so tired of being told my dreams don’t matter.
I am so tired of being told that if I just “understood,” I’d never being pro-choice.
I am so tired of being told I am stupid, selfish, ignorant of the facts, going to regret my choice; a monster.
I am so tired of men telling me what I can/’t do with my body.
I am so tired of my body being used for political gain.
I am so tired of being told how I should feel.
I am so tired of religion being imposed on me.
I am so tired of wondering every day if this is the day I lose my autonomy.
I am so tired of knowing that the life of something not even in existence has more value than my life.
I am so tired of my uterus being used as a political football.
I am so tired of having to fight for my right to decide.
I am so tired of being told my value to society is tied to my ability and willingness to create new life.
I am so tired of feeling defeated; of slipping two steps for every one I take; of the concessions I am told I should be making; of winning the battles only to face losing the war.
I am so tired of being a woman.
I am so tired.
And I haven’t ever had to have an abortion.