Testament of a Tired Woman

I’m tired.

Tired of being paid less.

Tired of getting shushed, interrupted, talked over, and silenced.

Tired of being underestimated.

Tired of being told how to be feminine.

Tired of having my body be objectified and commodified.

Tired of being told I can’t be funny or tough or smart.

Tired of being dismissed.

Tired of being made to feel unsafe, preyed upon.

Tired of being told my expression makes me look like a bitch while the same countenance on a man demonstrates he’s serious.

Tired of being told what is and is not attractive.

Tired of being asked to smile more.

Tired of being called a bitch, whore, slut, nasty, ugly.

Tired of pretending it doesn’t bother/hurt/insult me.

Tired of being judged for my career.

Tired of being told how I should present myself to the world.

Tired of being told to calm down.

But most of all, I’m tired of being treated as less than.

I’m not less than. I’m not greater than. I’m your equal. And I’m not going anywhere.

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