Someone recently asked me about my username. Surprisingly it was a girl that asked; Iamthatgirl? You’re that girl, Which girl do you mean? Better answer that carefully you know there are lots of kinds of girls you don’t want to be.
I’m every girl you tease or bully.
The girl you call too clever because she knows what’s good for her.
The girl labelled a rebel because she doesn’t submit.
The girl you’ve bitched about.
The girl who’s told she’d end up with a divorce thanks to her out of control tongue.
The girl that has to fight for her right which wouldn’t be given to her otherwise.
I’m every girl that looks in the mirror and sees flaws, that you point out.
Or the girl who’s identity is only defined by the men in her life. Either her father or her husband.
The girl you think is born to please you.
The friendly girl that gets called a whore and the quiet girl that you call a tease, I’m both.
I’m the girl that gets catcalls with her dupata or in jeans.
The girl that gets compared to guys, never as their equal.
The girl who might only be appreciated for looks not for her brains.
I’m every girl that hides behind the walls she puts up to protect herself.
The girl that diets, starves herself or who does squats and weight lifting to fit the image you call perfection.
I’m the girl that carries the feeling she’s not good enough.
Bitch, slut, tease, ugly, stupid, fat, flat, prude, fake, plastic,
Whatever you label her, you label me too. This is what I mean by I am that girl, now you know.
I’m my own person, I won’t allow being labelled to your liking. Not anymore.
P.S the image belongs to a dear friend of mine. Instead of using my own I chose to use hers which felt appropriate. Thanks Aruba.