i dont want to be a woman.

i’m tired of being a woman. in the way that someone doesn’t want to be a black man in the united states. or a jew in nazi germany. <br><br>women are not people. we aren’t human. we don’t have the same rights as other people. we are not in control of our bodies, the “choices” we make are forced upon us by societal expectations and norms. we don’t have the same opportunities as others. <br><br>i’m tired of having the body i was given to me. i resent it. i resent that i was given this body; a body that everyone feels they have the right to. i resent that i was given the gift of childbirth, “the most fulfilling experience if a woman’s life!” except i dont want it. i resent that i have hips and curves, i resent that i am seen as an object. i resent that i am supposed to feel grateful for being a woman. <br><br>and i resent the fact that i was given this body and the universe is so determined to prove that it doesnt belong to me. that “something can be done to me”. that i am nothing but a piece of flesh, that my mind and spirit and soul are nothing but a hollow shell of “womanhood.”<br><br>i resent being a woman. i am not “proud” to be a woman, i am not built for this. i dont have the mental capacity to withstand the constant attacks against my humanity. i resent that i was given this body, i resent that i have no choice in “being a woman.” i resent that i have no choice. <br><br>i want to be a person. but “people” are men. women are the others. we are the lesser. we dont “think like everyone else” or “act like everyone else.” we are not capable of doing the things that people are capable of doing. we are not trusted with the same power that men are entrusted with. <br><br>i resent my body, and everything it means. i resent that i am a woman. i resent that i am not seen as a person. i resent that i am not a person. <br><br>i resent it all.