You Sir..

When you see my feminine features do you immediately judge me? Do you question my strength, my character and my position on the ladder. You always take the line of attack, before I even speak. I approach you kindly and quietly because I've played this game before. I don’t say anything off script. You puff your feathers and cross your arms and straight off the bat, tell me no. You don’t know me, you don’t know what I want or where I am going but you say no and no means no right? No questions, no answers. I challenge you though because naturally thats what you do when someone shuts you down without an explanation. It then follows with a shake of the head like a subtle “I don’t have to explain it to you” or a shrug of the shoulders like “this is just how it is” and other times without even using words, you show me that you question how I got here, do I belong here and where the hell am I going. But maybe because my fellow male companion is with me, his words will convince you and as I presume, they do.

You sir, aren’t the first person to do this to me or millions of other women across the globe and unfortunately you won’t be the last either. You check his credentials and he’s free to go, you check mine but you’re not convinced. It makes me laugh thinking about it because it is the exact same, just a different person with it around their neck. But, I find myself just sucking it up and ignoring the way you treat me. I forget about it and it’s fine. But then like I said before you’re not the only one that has their ego prancing at a million miles an hour. You sir, in a whole other country put your hands on my arm and another proceeds to nudge me to the side and the volcano erupts. I’m mad and I am allowed to be. But, surely I’ll forget about it again because thats just what happens isn’t it?

By now you’re thinking, that’s only two instances, calm down drama queen. Sure maybe they sound harmless, but I withheld the other time two of you decided you weren’t happy with my presence in an area where I was well within my means and with people who had the exact same credentials. However for some reason unknown to me, I was different and you followed me until I left after I stated my case. Not to mention the another moment where I was in a similar area and one of you took photos of me to report where I had been and once again, I was well within my means, you were told that but you jumped the gun because I didn’t look like everyone else. I mean some of you even sugar coat what you say because you don't want to 'hurt our feelings'. Truth is we are stronger than you think, it's yourself you should check in with. The list goes on but I wont.

You don't have a name or a face. You have evolved into a feeling. A feeling of not being accepted and being judged for being a little different to what you are use to. You’re also not a single person. You’re a unit who do what you do to make us women feel unequal. Now, I’m not pointing the finger at specific people before you jump the gun. I have so many men in my life who are nothing but beautiful human beings. They treat every person the same no matter the situation. Thats why it is so sad thought isn’t it, because not everyone is as good as the people in your life no matter how much you hope they are. You just have to sit back and take it right, that’s what they say. I say, that’s a little boring and that my mum didn't teach me to roll over that easy. I may walk away when they tell me to leave but I can tell you one thing, I always go back because if I don't and the next woman doesn't what kind of image does that send. I'm not weak, you've just killed my vibe. Takes a minute to get back on track but no doubt I do.