It’s the men who pride themselves on their nobility, on their deepness, on how sensitive and understanding they are of women. They see your soul! Didn’t you know that?
Every pore on your skin, the shape of your cheekbones, the length of your lashes and the way your lip curls when you smile are unique to you and only you; and are ultimately the things that make you beautiful.
I’m that guy. I was the “him” she didn’t need. The one that didn’t care enough. The one she needed to tiptoe around. The one who didn’t put in enough effort.
Loving yourself has nothing to do
Of course not all men are evil. What does that reassurance have to do with solving (or even just vaguely acknowledging) the primary issue being presented here?
While I now felt open to the world of sex and excited to start exploring, I was left feeling even more self-conscious about my body and my sexual expression.
“To argue that banking cannot be done with the poor because they do not have collateral is the same as arguing that men cannot fly because they do not have wings.” — Muhammad Yunus
For me, my Christianity is based on love. And it’s based on personal convictions. And personally, I’m a badass feminist.
I am muscles building cells, a little every day, because they broke that day,
but bones are stronger once they heal.
At the end of the day, we need men. It’s not a truth that feminists like to confront.