Personal Narrative: A 17-Year-Old Woman

As a 17-year-old female, life surrounded by superior men brings challenges. At first I felt discouraged, thinking that no one in the world likes or appreciates women. Watching the news one day, I saw braless ladies and men with bras on marching down the streets. The mobs of people chanting, shouting, and expressing their love for women inspired me to take action in my life. The encouragement and self-love I felt inspired me to never let men surpass me again. Right out of tenth grade, I applied for one job, the CEO of a major athletic company. My half completed high-school degree, and my online feminist support group, gave me the courage to walk right into the interview room and demand the job. When I did not receive the job, my internet friends and I took to the streets to protest the unfair and sexist methods that men use when hiring people. When people assume a teen-girl can only apply fast food restaurants and clothing stores, feminism reminds me

The sexist laws and biased male authority cannot surpass a confident woman whose head grasped the feminist ideology. I was drove down a windy neighborhood road one day, and a male motorcycle cop flashed his lights and drove until he caught up to me. He claims that I was drove 20-miles over the speed limit, but he also had to go 20-miles over the speed limit to catch me. I, the woman, received the only ticket that day. And when I cried, the cop would rather write down “speeding” than console me. Cops, hired to help, punish me simply because I am a women. Even at school the rules favor the men. Guys can wear gym shorts that go to their knees every day but I cannot wear my 3” inseam Nike Tempo Shorts without getting dress-cut. And when we have to dress up for DLT or a sports game, my shirt-turned-dress that comes down mid-thigh always gets a dress cut but the boys shirts don’t when they clearly don’t come down past their