I’m a feminist but... I had a full scale breakdown in the changing room of Zara today when I had to size up in a pair of jeans, even though I know their sizing is always tiny and that their size S hasn’t never fit me properly. These experiences might seem insignificant, superficial or dare I say, embarrassingly relatable? Do you wear your feminist badge proudly to the world, only to compare yourself to filtered Instagram models in the deep, dark hours of the night when no one else is around? Do you feel guilty about it?
Whilst there is a huge proportion of the population who identify as feminists and are trying their best to put these prejudices to rest, there are equal amounts of people doing the exact opposite. Because of this, as well as social media speculation, ‘feminist’ has become something of a dirty word. Men and women alike are flocking to social media to show their distaste towards feminism, and make false accusations about its intentions.
I’ve been in a long distance relationship for a year and a half, we see each other every 4 months so this is also one of the most expensive relationships that I’ve ever been in because he lives in a gorgeous hot country so of course I’m so happy to fly over there and keep my tan topped up. But joking aside, this is one of the most intimate relationships that I’ve ever been in, we have had to overcome many many obstacles thanks to distance and a lot of our intimacy comes from our conversations rather than our physical affections. Which then leads to people asking erm how can you have a sexual relationship if you’re barely ever together.