Morning, angels.

“What is feminism? Simply the belief that women should be as free as men, however nuts, dim, deluded, badly dressed, fat, receding, lazy and smug they might be. Are you a feminist? Hahaha. Of course you are.” 
― Caitlin Moran, How to Be a Woman

I’ve been an amateur writer for two years. I’ve been a cake addict for ten, an adult for nearly three and- most importantly- a woman for twenty. I really like being a female. If I was a boy I probably wouldn’t mind either; but for now having a vagina works for me. I am a feminist. Over the past couple of years I have realised this; having angels of journalism like Caitlin Moran and Eve Ensler helped me to realise. They made the definition of feminism so basic, rooted in equality. I don’t think this blog is going to go in the direction of being feminist in subject. It might address it by nature of its subjects, but what I really want to do- for myself and for some kind of readership- is to help ease this annoying, small minded, restrictive band that has been placed around being a woman. I read Kat George’s ‘Pink Bits’ yesterday. It addresses the qualms and torments of having a vagina. As in the physicality of the organ as well as the hormonal bollocks that comes with it. What really struck me- and the same is demonstrated in The Vagina Monologues and How to be a Woman- is how much shame women carry upon themselves. It is so sad. I am a definite victim of womanly shame. I have worried about so much that is totally not under my control. I’ve decided, for my first blog of this type, to list all of the things I have been ashamed of throughout my short time on this earth as an XX chromosome.