"From a very young age, I was told that pink is for girls and blue is for boys. My mother was and still is a traditional Christian woman. She raised my brother and me (or at least tried to) as the perfect Christian daughter and son. She took us to church every Sunday and cooked and cleaned for the family. There was a big emphasis on showing the world that we were a perfect suburban family. That included being a perfect Christian girl that followed gender norms defined as ideal for society. Skirts, heels, barbie dolls, makeup, and all things pink. That’s what the expectations were. I preferred playing with my brother’s cars and legos. But every time I would touch toys that were deemed masculine, my mother would give me a strict stare in the eye and snatch the toy away from my hand. The disapproval in her eyes was enough to warn me to not go against her wishes. She always said, “do you wanna be like boys? We play with girl toys only.” Those words that I heard at a young age still repeat in my head today when I gravitate towards anything that is seen as masculine. It has shaped the way I look at the world and the actions I take today, guided by the narrative of gender norms and expectations that I thought was “lady-like.”
- Anonymous
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