Before I begin, I want to thank all of you for your support in my most recent announcement. It’s difficult being on Progesterone and being pregnant–it means I’m a million times more emotional than the normal pregnant woman. Until I have my next appointment, I will continue to feel elated, confused, and sad within a few minutes, every hour of every day. And I’m okay with that.
Growing up, “feminism” was considered a dirty word in our home. My mother severely resented the movement and all it represented; unfortunately, at that period, her resentment is completely understandable–the movement often criticized, shamed, and demeaned women who chose to stay at home.
When I came to college, I was prepared to throw my own criticisms toward any person who brought up feminism. I knew I wanted a husband, kids, and to stay-at-home. I studied feminist literature; this confirmed my suspicions that the movement was only about “free” sex, reproductive, i.e. abortion, rights, and finding fulfillment outside the home via an occupation.
Ironically enough, once I graduated and fully settled into stay-at-home motherhood, I took another peek into the feminist world; after even more research and much thought, I did a complete turn-around. Like many movements, I recognized that feminism has its extremes but the main tenet is to help women reach their highest potential–something I fully agree with.
The change I underwent is rather complicated, as our my personal views on feminism. To summarize, briefly, I believe in empowering all women to make the best choices for them. I also believe that we, as women, must accept the consequences to the choices we make–even if we feel those choices are our right.
Over the next few months (or even years), I hope to unravel my feelings toward feminism. I also desire that each of you chime in with your own insightful thoughts and opinions; remember, this is a community, a safe place to share how we all think.