The stories of women in my family who were forced into lives they didnât want and didnât utilize their passions breaks my heart. My grandma wanted to be a journalist and write about the injustices she saw inflicted on disabled ppl while she was volunteering at a state run institution as a teen. Her father decided that she was âtoo fat and stupidâ for college and forced her to get married at 17 or else heâd make her homeless. As a kid she told me that she wished people believed that she had meaningful opinions on events around her. One of my great grandmothers wanted to be an artist but was pressured into marrying a man who beat her. She stayed up late each night when her children were in bed writing poetry and pasting it over elaborate collages she mad herself. We still have stacks of these notebooks she created but was never allowed to do anything with. My mother wanted to be an operatic singer and was considered a musical prodigy in her town because she taught herself three seperate instruments by 13. When she was 18 she met my then 30 year old father who emotionally manipulated her into giving up her dreams to start a family with him. As a kid I would hear her up at night playing the violin or doing vocal exercises until she became too depressed to practice anymore. Like idk yâall thereâs a quiet type of violence in the way womenâs talents are devalued and brushed aside in favor of bullying them into âtraditionalâ roles that ultimately donât fulfill what they wanted for their lives. Weâve lost so much art, music, writing, science, and happiness to misogyny.
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