
Here’s to women who dare to dream despite their lives being turned into nightmares by the self-proclaimed guardians of their honor, by the ones who bought them into slavery and called it marriage later and by the ones whom they bore as their dreams. Here’s to women whose screams were silenced. Here’s to the women whose lips were sewn together until they allowed only a tiny breath of air to escape. Here’s to women who were made to believe that it was their fault. Here’s to women who were slut-shamed and were called all sorts of names for speaking up. Here’s to women still fighting. Here’s to women who dared to say #metoo.
Here’s to women who never complained about mundanity despite it slowly eating them away. Here’s to women who lost their identity for the sake of love. Here’s to women who burned themselves to keep others warm. Here’s to women drenched in sweat, soaked in curry scent and covered in flour. Here’s to women who continued dishing out every bit of love until nothing was left for them. Here’s to women who were bribed into becoming rehabilitation centers. Here’s to women who never found home again. Here’s to your homemakers.
Here’s to bold and brassy women. Here’s to women rebuffing to tone down their panache for anyone. Here’s to women being unapologetically outspoken. Here’s to singing dreams at the top of the lungs until they reverberated in every corner both unknown and known. Here’s to women playing with the asteroids and breaking the codes. Here’s to women lifting weights and wrestling their way to the top. Here’s to women disburdening femininity. Here’s to women making patriarchy a little uncomfortable.
Here’s to women defying conventions. Here’s to women in undercuts, fauxhawks, and etched sides. Here’s to women with septum and lip piercings. Here’s to tattooed arms and collarbones. Here’s to wristbands and chokers. Here’s to women smoking egos until they turned to ashes. Here’s to women who are met with whispers and stares that last a little too long. Here’s to women who are ridiculed for standing out. Here’s to no more living incognito to accommodate misogyny. Here’s to subverting patriarchal bargains and relocating from ‘ loug kia kahy gay’ to ‘ logo ki kis ko parwa’. Here’s to getting shot of overworn womanhood.
Here’s to facial wrinkles and cellulite. Here’s to aging howsoever women want to. Here’s to celebrating all sizes. Here’s to curves and bones. Here’s to women obsessed with lip colors and to women who are not. Here’s to all shades of red and to all shades of natural. Here’s to women demeaned for loving what they do more than what society wants them to love. Here’s to women in shorts and women in hijab. Here’s to them being ogled and catcalled. Here’s to women fighting for their fair share of space. Here’s to women who are given labels especially those asking for it. Here’s to the unafraid, the unstoppable, the fierce. Here’s to all the women who have given enough damns. Here’s to no more damns given.
