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I am new to this feminism business, and I am thrilled to say that it has changed me for the better.  I have always known that I did not agree with the rules placed upon me by society, but it took me a while to fully understand what these feelings meant.  Feminism has improved my life immensely.  I no longer allow my physical insecurities cripple me. I no longer allow men’s view of me to define who I am and who I will become.  I no longer judge other women based on rumor and peer pressure.  I feel more comfortable being alone.  I feel much, much stronger.  Feminism looks good on me.

Recently, I was faced with an issue where I felt compelled to defend my feelings, against my will, from a personal attack.  I have a female co-worker whom I have always admired and respected as my definition of a feminist mover-and-shaker.  She is intelligent, ambitious, and does whatever she wants whenever she wants.  I considered her an ally.  I sat down with her for what I had intended to be a one-on-one conversation to share my newfound identity and empowerment.  Given her knowledge of my debilitating self-hate and insecurities, I thought she would be excited for me.  I told her that I have discovered feminism, and she immediately raised an eyebrow in slight confusion.