My Story

Yes, I am a feminist, and I love the tag within myelf.
I feel great and proud of myself that I am not dependent on anybody for what I think is my own right.
I stand up against who dare to say anything against me or my fellow friends.
People critisize me, I didn't know even there were people who didn't like me critisizing the one who was wrong.
It's surprising how more number would come up to defend that young man who dared to snatch away my virginity, "He's just in his youth" people would say, and instead look down pon me with hateful eyes for committing the crime of unknowingly being near him.
People say what they want to, they don't even understand what I feel. They defend the one who is wrong, saying it's his right to speak what's in his mid. Then why? I ask why when I spoke my mind I got fired with so much hatred around me and only a few, I saw a few dared to be besides me, that too in hidden posts which were invisible to the more fiery one.
I don't need publicity, I don't need applauses. I know the path I chose is full of hard stones and hardships. I don't need to be a budding journalist to write what I feel is wrong. I don't need to show up headlines on the newspaper, I just need to be a little sensible citizen to bring it up.
I am just a kid, in reality shy, no matter whether my posts tell you something else about me. I have myself been a victim of molestation, a victim of eve-teasing, a victim of being just a doll to be used for a man. I lost my childhood even before I knew. I grew up like this, at first terrified, into depression, trying each day how I could end this life. I was meek, and I preferred to shut up and suffer, I didn't want to create havoc by standing up for myself, but eventually I realised the problem is not with men, but with me because I keep quiet and not raise my voice.
That is the reason I cannot tolerate indiscipline. And that is the vry reason I fight for myself, inspite of being called as a lady who loves "publicity" with so many comments under my post (why? I never knew so many people would start any arguement, well if you didn't like, I didn't ask you to write anything).
If I don't have the right to publish anything against the sentiments of any person, why does someone have the right to publish against the sentiments of us?
Why do men have the right to inflict pain on a woman and a woman doesn't have the right to go against it?
"No Solution" is just no-solution. Stand up people, understand.
Think about it.
I want no polls, no comments if you feel I am writing for the sake of publicity.
I just want you to read my story.