Label Day

Here are the labels I’ve chosen for myself: Feminist Mama.

I feel like these labels have chosen me, really.

Feminism has gotten a bad rap. Although, now that I think about it, there has always been (and most likely will always be) backlash against feminism…because if not, then there was no need for the label in the first place. The definition of feminism is simple: the doctrine advocating social, political, and all other rights of women equal to those of men. That makes me a feminist. In the words of Maya Angelou – “I’m a feminist. I’ve been a female for a long time now. It’d be stupid not to be on my own side.” So there you have it.

Mama. I’ve wanted to be one for as long as I can remember. And then ovarian cancer made it so I might not be able to be (a biological) one. I wish I could have known ahead of time that all that worrying about infertility was fruitless (excuse the pun), but such is life. I am so, so grateful to be able to raise my sweet boy. He brings the joy (and farts) into my world.

So those are my chosen labels.

Tell me, what are yours?

NaBloPoMo Day 21