The F Word.

I’m a feminist. There’s no point in putting off saying it. I’m a feminist and a proud one at that. Growing up, I think I had an environment that allowed me to explore the greatness that is being female. In my family, there has been me, my little sister, and my mom and dad. The girls had power in numbers alone, but that’s not where the feminist influences stopped. Ever since before I was born, my mom has been the primary breadwinner for my family. My dad has also had jobs throughout my life, but from the time I was three or four until my junior year of high school, my dad was a stay at home dad. He worked odd jobs on occasion once my sister and I were in school, but he would always take off early to pick us up by the front doors. I think I always knew that I was in some way different than my classmates. All of their moms would stand by the school waiting for their kids while mine was working in her office to support us. Don’t get me wrong, I am extremely thankful that my mom was able to do what she does and still be a good parent.