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                  The world has changed. Many women are able to study, pursue higher education, find jobs, and many more, but their families or their society still control them.


I do not understand these things called… allowing her, giving her, sending her…. Who are you and I to let her do…. That is her damn life and she should allow herself …. She should be able to make her own decisions ...to do things she loves ...to do what she wants to do .... she should live her life the way she wants it to be and not according to how you set it up!

                                                                             


Here, girls are mentally prepared from childhood to obey others, to always live life according to someone else's rules. She is taught to always put herself in second place, leaving first place to society or family. She is molded to accept that is the life she should live.


In her home, she should not compare herself to her brothers or any other male. She should not raise her voice... she should not ask questions; she shouldn't earn more than the male.


A girl who raises her voice is finally labelled as arrogant and spoiled.


In her husband's home, she should not earn more than her husband. She should not compare herself to her husband. She should not take part in critical decision making. Her thoughts, her opinions, are least bothered. Even in situations like giving birth to a child…. It is the family that decides when to have a child, how many children she can give birth to....


Yes, days have changed and they are still changing but that does not mean women are fully liberated.

A girl is prepared on how to compromise, how to not raise her voice, how she should allow body shaming and remain silent.


One day a man sits in her lounge having a cup of coffee, he judges her on her looks, her height, her weight, her body, her skin tone, her hair, and what not. I do not understand how parents allow some stranger to happily sit and enjoy insulting her own daughter…. Does this make any sense?


How can a mother not feel anything for her own daughter ….

How can she not understand…. what her daughter is going through from the day she was born?

How can women not support another woman?               


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