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The girl who fights.

Hi! See I'm still alive.Even though all of you tried to kill me since the 7th month of my existence since the time my dad came to know I was a girl. Everyone was so ashamed of my mom for carrying me in her womb but she was another woman another fighter. She carried me and I finally made it to this world..thank u mamma then the war began. I was always a better scholar compared to any of my cousin brothers but was never appreciated for my results my passion for football died within because "girls don't play outdoors". Soon I grew up to be a lady. I wore makeup and I was called a whore. I didn't and I was called a unstylish. I talked to boys and I was called a slut. If I didn't I was unfriendly and unattractive. I dressed good they said I was an attention seeker.

As I grew older I started to grow walls around myself so that I wasn't given anymore names soon the dream of being an independent girl was shattered by the society. This was because I was beautiful. I wanted to be uglier now but then I would have been bullied for my looks too. I wasn't ever praised for my excellent results but for my fair and beautiful looks. Get her married they said. This wasn't easy too! But I am the girl who fights.

Why we girls? Why not those who who call us slut, whore and what not. Since the day of our birth why are we thrown into this battle ground. Couldn't this NOT BE A WAR. We are girls. Not a slut or a whore or any of those that you have been calling us. We are THE GIRLS WHO FIGHT.

-A girl who fought.
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