Did it hurt while in the shell inside, you heard the world deciding over whether you should see the light of the Earth or set free by putting a 'No Entry' label to your birth?
Were you taken aback when you were questioned as to why you behave like a girl, or not, for that matter?
Did they laugh at you in school when for the Cricket team you nominated yourself as the Captain?
While making your first tea for family or a random set of strangers, were you nervous because you knew their expectations of you being a perfect housemaker is building up?
Wearing make-up or keeping your hair short and untidy, walking out in a gown or a skirt or a saree, did you feel they're noticing it all proper, to tell you later about it what's in store for your safety and what the world might eye?
In the coffee shop, across the newspaper stand, in the football ground, over the bridge: were you struggling all by yourself, in anguish and hatred, to prove You're much more than what they think you're not?
Did you run over yourself trying to outdo You because you know you're not just that?
Were you able to convince yourself that you are like their sons they've always tried to mould you into?
From Miss Popular in college to Miss Outstanding in office, could you manage to brainwash them that it's not always just about the looks?
Were your attempts in cracking a deal put to vain because they declared you're trying too hard to outdo the men?
With a partner, they'd agree you need him. Without a partner, they'll say you are disloyal and too big a dreamer to value love.
If you say you love marriages, it makes sense. When you talk Margaret Thatcher, and Mary, and Para Millitary Forces, and Robots, and Computers, and Boxing, and Weightlifting, they won't agree you know enough. You're just trying to pace up, you see.
From the size of your waist to the number of followers on Instagram, from the price tags of the items in your cupboard to the list of books you recommend in your lectures, from being a CEO of a top-notch organization to the wife and the mother, dear Ladies! You are worthy of everything you see around.
And if you desire to be the choices you make, you got to remember that Capabilities shall not be used as privileges.
You are beautiful. You are smart. You are funny. You are intelligent.
Do not get offended by the order in which these are put forward before you to rejoice in.
Do not hold it up against you when somebody says you can't do something.
Do not race up to choose in haste, just to prove you can do it in the best manner possible. They're nobody to show you your set of available choices.
Do not cry about feminism because to support women rights, we don't need to revoke the streets declaring we are one of them, pleading and victimised.
Not every man disagreeing to you disrespects you, not every person doubting you knows you enough to trust you.
You are precious. Sometimes, a little too much and often not enough. But you are worth to die for.
Regardless of what you think of, you are a diamond enough to live without the baggage of comparison and fear.
All you need is to find that one woman who's craving for it and set her free.
Were you taken aback when you were questioned as to why you behave like a girl, or not, for that matter?
Did they laugh at you in school when for the Cricket team you nominated yourself as the Captain?
While making your first tea for family or a random set of strangers, were you nervous because you knew their expectations of you being a perfect housemaker is building up?
Wearing make-up or keeping your hair short and untidy, walking out in a gown or a skirt or a saree, did you feel they're noticing it all proper, to tell you later about it what's in store for your safety and what the world might eye?
In the coffee shop, across the newspaper stand, in the football ground, over the bridge: were you struggling all by yourself, in anguish and hatred, to prove You're much more than what they think you're not?
Did you run over yourself trying to outdo You because you know you're not just that?
Were you able to convince yourself that you are like their sons they've always tried to mould you into?
From Miss Popular in college to Miss Outstanding in office, could you manage to brainwash them that it's not always just about the looks?
Were your attempts in cracking a deal put to vain because they declared you're trying too hard to outdo the men?
With a partner, they'd agree you need him. Without a partner, they'll say you are disloyal and too big a dreamer to value love.
If you say you love marriages, it makes sense. When you talk Margaret Thatcher, and Mary, and Para Millitary Forces, and Robots, and Computers, and Boxing, and Weightlifting, they won't agree you know enough. You're just trying to pace up, you see.
From the size of your waist to the number of followers on Instagram, from the price tags of the items in your cupboard to the list of books you recommend in your lectures, from being a CEO of a top-notch organization to the wife and the mother, dear Ladies! You are worthy of everything you see around.
And if you desire to be the choices you make, you got to remember that Capabilities shall not be used as privileges.
You are beautiful. You are smart. You are funny. You are intelligent.
Do not get offended by the order in which these are put forward before you to rejoice in.
Do not hold it up against you when somebody says you can't do something.
Do not race up to choose in haste, just to prove you can do it in the best manner possible. They're nobody to show you your set of available choices.
Do not cry about feminism because to support women rights, we don't need to revoke the streets declaring we are one of them, pleading and victimised.
Not every man disagreeing to you disrespects you, not every person doubting you knows you enough to trust you.
You are precious. Sometimes, a little too much and often not enough. But you are worth to die for.
Regardless of what you think of, you are a diamond enough to live without the baggage of comparison and fear.
All you need is to find that one woman who's craving for it and set her free.
