I am a feminist.

I am a feminist who breaks the stereotype of the traditional domesticated woman. I am more than the agreeing girlfriend, the household wife, and the care-taking mother.

I am a feminist who fights against the patriarchal society. I am more than the stereotypical daughter using her father’s credit card for shopping sprees, the girlfriend living off her boyfriend’s pay check, and the wife depending on her husband.

I am a feminist who doesn’t always abide by the rules of femininity. I am more than the glittery dress I party in, the makeup I apply on my face, or the 6-inch heels I walk in.

I am a feminist who fights for the wage gap and equality at work. I am more than the stereotypical flirtatious secretary, the employee who sleeps with the boss, and the employee who gets a promotion because of her looks.

I’m not the man-hating, bra-burning, and armpit hair-growing feminist portrayed by the media. I am not someone who condemns the male gender, hates the sight of men, and aims for female domination in the world.

I am more than just a feminist. I am human.

I am the feminist who has her weakness, both physical and emotional. I am someone who needs assistance moving a heavy cupboard in the room and needs support after a break up.

I am the feminist who isn’t ashamed to ask for help. I am someone who needs a doctor to keep me healthy, a teacher to educate me, and a mentor to inspire me.

I am the feminist who appreciates the men in her life. I am someone who respects her father for his sacrifices, admires her boyfriend’s devotion, and appreciates her husband’s supportiveness.

I am the feminist who likes men. I am someone who likes the father who taught me the value of hard work, the boyfriend who taught me the importance of passion, and the brother who taught me the meaning of selflessness and love.

I am a feminist, and I’m much more than what you think I am.