Before the Future was Female

 

I was a woman before my body was represented as a pear and the space in-between my legs was drawn as a peach.

I was a woman before we marched and cheered and screamed and found our voices.

I was a woman before time was up.

I was a woman in a small town wanting to take a “boys only” grade ten weight lifting class.

I was a woman when they told me it was only for boys and to try photography.

I was a woman when I was picked last at recess.

I was a woman when I was the only female on the field.

I was a woman before it was okay to yell.

I’ve always yelled.

I was a woman before I had mentors and heroines of my kind.

I was a woman before I was a #Girlboss, honestly, I think I’m just a boss.

I was a woman before the future was female.

I was a woman before Instagram told me to post about it, before Facebook encouraged me to share.

I was a woman when I first learned things aren’t always going to be fair.

I was a woman before I was harassed for the first time.

And second.

And third.

And fourth time.

I was a woman when my dad taught me how to throw a football.

I was a woman when my grandfather taught me about the stock market.

I was a woman when my brother taught me about computers.

I was a woman when my ex boyfriend told me not to correct his sports knowledge in front of his friends. LOL YA RIGHT BUD. FIO.

Now, we celebrate.

We celebrate every woman, no matter if she was or wasn’t one last year.

We celebrate every woman, no matter the colour of her skin.

We celebrate every woman no matter who she lets into her bed.

I was a woman before I knew all the wonderful, beautiful, and powerful meanings of being one.

Happy International Women’s Day to all my queens.