Real women have curves. Real women don’t curse. Real women take care of their looks. Real women are shy and sweet. Real women are soft and delicate. Real women don’t do tough jobs. Real women cook. Real women stay at home and take care of their kids. Real women sacrifice. Real women, real women, real women.
Who on earth set the rules and standards that characterize and identify real women? Who on earth decided there should be rules and standards in the first place?! And so, if a woman doesn’t follow these standards, then she isn’t real? Then I guess, after 21 years of age, I might as well face the truth that I’m a man, or a fake woman, and I don’t know what the hell that is.
Every woman is real in her own way. The woman who stays at home and raises her kids is real. The single strong independent woman who leads a successful career is real. The woman who loves another woman is very real. The woman who doesn’t wear make-up and wears jeans and hoodies is absolutely real. The woman with no curves is not less real either. I guess now things are very clear. All women are real in their own way. They don’t have to follow a bunch of rules, have specific criteria, or do certain actions for the sake of being called what they really are, women.
The only thing a woman should do is be herself and not be ashamed of it or question her womanhood because of it. She should do whatever makes her happy and not label or classify herself and other women according to unreal standards, because all women are real women.