Today, I did a fun activity with the girls in the health club centered around what it meant to be a girl. I had a poster with different cut out photos of women I found in the Peace Corps magazines I get. I loved it because there were real women inside. No gimmicks, no sell, no photoshop, no reason for them to be anything else but a total woman. In the middle, I wrote “GIRLS ARE…” and I allowed them to paste words to finish the sentence.
And my personal favorite…
The boys were a little confused to find out our activity was focused on just the girls. I reassured them that next month we will celebrate international boy’s day and most ran off to play during lunch. One boy stayed behind though and participated in the “GIRLS ARE…” activity. I was happy and relieved this young boy didn’t take this opportunity to say something mean, but actually wrote more than a few nice things about what he thought about girls. Gave him a fist bump for being a true gentleman.
It was a fun and frazzled hour trying to make sure the girls had enough art supplies to share and make their posters as beautiful as they are. Their papers created a world that appreciated and adored their intelligence, their bravery, and their abilities. Where they were praised for their brains and their beauty. It was enough to make anyone cry. I felt sad knowing my girls are headed into a war zone for their rights, but hopeful that they’ll become who they want to be and continue to believe they are more than just a pretty face.
I wish everyday could be like International Girl’s Day, where we’re celebrated for being female rather than castrated, shamed, hurt, controlled, manipulated, abused, assaulted, isolated, underpaid, mistreated, and blamed for being the opposite sex. But this is the world we still live in and the fight to change it is far from over.