So much is being discussed everyday, everywhere I go — in real life or virtual — about what it means to be a woman. In India. In the Middle East. In the United States.
Despite the good intentions of the world, the public discourse is all about finding the right receptacle to provide female identity. To be of the female sex is not enough. To be of skin and bones and blood and guts is not enough. To be a fully formed human of sound mind is not enough. Are you a good mother? Are you the wife who is fighting to have a career? Are you the sister who rebelled against your brother’s idea of honor? Are you India’s daughter who wasn’t protected enough?
Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else. -Richard Siken
Edit: The words in my illustration are from Sarah Kay’s poem, The Type.