"Boys will be boys," I kept whispering to myself as he put his hand up my skirt when he thought I wasn’t looking. When he thought that my body looked like a welcome mat and he used me just like it too. "Boys will be boys," and I am 14 years old and am told to stop talking because boys will never fall in love with a girl who has a mind of her own. That as long as you know how to cook any man would be lucky to have you. "Boys will be boys," my father said to me when I was in elementary after coming home from school with a bruised knee from a boy who had a crush on me and decided to push me down instead of ask my name. Because girls are taught that when a boy is mean to you he is interested and when a girl gives someone too much she is too clingy. "Boys will be boys," and I’m spending another night inside of a locked room, cursing my hips and my baby fat because no boy will want a girl who still looks like she’s someones little sister. Because no one wants a girl who looks like she’s about to break at any given moment and isn’t remembered as the girl who didn’t give up but the girl who gave in to the words that were spewed her way when she already knew she would always be alone. "Boys will be boys," I’m thinking while I’m having a hard time trusting anyone who looks anything like my father, my first love, the man I thought would love me forever but forever to him meant until tomorrow morning or until my friends realizes I’m not really her friend and decides to leave me with nothing and no one. "Boys will be boys," and I’m wondering what girls will be and when they will have a phrase to justify their rowdy actions instead of being called crazy, desperate, attention-seeking and instead are called normal and are told that it’s okay to do what you want to anyone because it’s in your nature and it will always be in your DNA. "Boys will be boys," and he doesn’t know how many times I’ve been told that and how many times I’ve been told to stop overreacting or to get over it and him or how many times I’ve been told that I’m not good enough or I’m not womanly enough and it will take a real man to handle a woman like me or that I am lucky he even looked my way, touched me without a please or permission, that I should be happy that he even knows my name. "Boys will be boys," and I’m still wondering how that can possibly be.
"Boys will be boys," - Colleen Brown (via mostlyfiction)