whoneedsfeminism:

I need feminism
because my family and friends think it’s weird that I don’t want to get married…as if that is the main goal in every woman’s life.

whoneedsfeminism:

I need feminism

because my family and friends think it’s weird that I don’t want to get married…as if that is the main goal in every woman’s life.

(via walk4choicesea)

“Fuck these patriarchal beauty standards”. I hear you loud and clear, but women wearing pink and glitter and heels are not the enemy. And believe it or not, a whole bunch of women LIKE wearing that shit. We are not dumb, less feminist or watered down because of it. A long time ago when I was in undergrad I walked up to my feminist friends sitting in the grass and they started talking about my pink backless shirt and how their own clothes weren’t so “cutesy,” then it got awkward so I left and one of them said “see you later Blossom”. Do you remember that show? I loved it. But that’s not the point. The point is that my “friend” snuck a little snide comment in front of all our other friends simply because I like dressing up. And that was at least 8 years ago and I still remember everything about that day. Feminism is not about laughing at other girls and making them feel insecure. Especially over something as trivial as clothes. Remember you are pro-choice. Respect my choice to wear booty shorts. Lamesha, Grrrl Perspective (via rrrambleon)

(via likeiknewiwould)

Video of our Texas Rally! UniteWomen.org

UniteWomen.org is committed to shedding the light on domestic violence. The first step to ending it! 

wearethe1in3:

When I was 20 and in college, I got pregnant. My boyfriend took me to the clinic. The abortion cost $190. I still have the receipt to remind me of how crucial the right to choose is. I felt only gratitude and relief after the procedure—not guilt or shame. It was 1980. Today, my daughter, born in 1990, is 21 and in college. I am standing up for her right to control her destiny. I am the 1 in 3.

wearethe1in3:

When I was 20 and in college, I got pregnant. My boyfriend took me to the clinic. The abortion cost $190. I still have the receipt to remind me of how crucial the right to choose is. I felt only gratitude and relief after the procedure—not guilt or shame. It was 1980. Today, my daughter, born in 1990, is 21 and in college. I am standing up for her right to control her destiny. I am the 1 in 3.

Post Rally! 

Post Rally!