Feminism

Him: Are you sure you don't want me to walk you home?
Me: Yeah, I'm sure.
Him: Ok, Mad Max.
Me: Yeah, I'm a feminist powerhouse.

I've actually been thinking a lot about my feminism recently because it turns out that the book that made me a vegetarian is pretty anti-feminist. It didn't occur to me in my 24-year-old iteration that sentences like "skinny=healthy and fat=unhealthy" and "don't be a p*ssy" are problematic and not just snarky. This was also a time in my life in which I rejected the idea of being a feminist. My sense of feminism was that women's rights had to be one's top priority to be called a feminist. I felt like my racial experience shaped my life experience more than my gender, so I didn't think the "feminist" label applied to me. My how times have changed!