In high school I was definitely in the minority in terms of my political beliefs (I’m sure my former classmates who follow this account can vouch for that lol). My willingness to speak up regardless of how unpopular my opinion was at school, paired with this account, resulted in my being labeled the “obnoxious feminist girl.”
In such a close-knit community where the majority of students identified as republican (or more simply, as not democrat), I hesitated to speak my mind at first out of fear that disagreeing would cost me friendships. And it did, I guess— a lot of people weren’t happy with the fact that I had stopped being afraid to speak up, whether they’d openly admit it or not. But over the years I have completely and utterly stopped caring— Imagine that! I guess threatening DMs from total strangers combined with how I was viewed at school have toughened me up. I’m thankful for that; I no longer compromise my beliefs for anyone’s comfort.
Passion is not a negative trait, and I spent far too long debating whether or not my passion was worth not seeming “cool.” Screw that. Caring is the new cool. “I would much rather be the obnoxious feminist girl than complicit in my own dehumanization.”