Feminism and Being a “Girly” Girl

Hey Dreamers! Sorry, I haven’t been able to post. I’ve just been really caught up in NaNoWriMo and school and other things. Anyways, this post is about something I’ve been thinking of. A few days ago I thought to myself: Am I really a feminist? 

Who is a feminist? A feminist is someone who fights for women’s rights. Am I really a feminist? I’m not strong and athletic. I’m not super-smart. I’m not the kind of girl that proves stereotypes wrong and breaks barriers. In fact I’m a pretty stereotypical girl: quiet, loves to do art, calm, spends most of her time indoors, doesn’t like sports, I collect jewelry. I even kind of like dressing up and doing fun hairstyles for occasions. I am a “girly” girl. Am I a feminist? I hope I can be.

In most books, the mean girl is always “girly”. She likes to dress up, she’s dumb, she’s vain, loves the color pink. They show that being “girly”, is a weakness. If I like to dress up, it doesn’t mean that I only care about how I look, or that I’m vain or dumb. In most books, the “strong” girl is almost always : athletic, really good at sports, hates the color pink, likes being outdoors, smart. I think a girl can be “girly” and strong. Most books and movies fail to portray characters that are strong and “girly”. Being girly shouldn’t be something bad. I’ve met some girls who say that they hate pink because it’s so girly. They say they hate shopping or they hate dresses because they think that by hating “girly” things, they’re proving stereotypes wrong and being feminists. But, aren’t feminists supposed to be showing everyone that they should embrace all girls for who they are? I’m sick of girly girls being shown as mean or weak. Being strong doesn’t always mean being physically strong.  What about being strong on the inside? All girls are strong on the inside. I want all girls to be portrayed strong in both ways.

I’m not saying that being a tomboy is a bad thing. It’s an amazing thing. But I feel like this is something that isn’t said a lot and I want to put it out there. I hope you think about this and I hope that from now on girly girls are shown to their full potentials. Remember: being girly is NOT a bad thing and it is NOT a weakness. It can also be a strength. Everyone is unique.

Just because I’m girly,

It doesn’t mean that I love pink

Just because I like jewelry,

doesn’t mean that I’m vain

Just because I like to dress up,

It doesn’t mean that I only care about how I look

Just because I’m not athletic,

doesn’t mean that I’m not strong

Just because I’m not outspoken,

doesn’t mean I can’t be a feminist

I am “girly”

but I’m also strong

And this who I am.

I hope you guys liked this post.

What are your thoughts on this? Are you a girly girl, tomboy or both?

Tell me in the comments.

Bye!

~Arunima

 

 

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My National Novel Writing Month Novel

Hey Dreamers! Why am I excited for November? Because it’s National Novel Writing Month! Last year I started late with no plan. That won’t happen this time. I’m going to share my plan for this novel with you guys. Here we go:

My Idea:

I got this Idea, when we traveled to the Redwood Forest. It was amazingly beautiful. I loved it. So here is my idea:

A girl goes on a school field trip to the Redwood Forest. The class stays at a hotel near the forest. Her roommate is a really shy girl, whom she doesn’t like. They find some sort-of clue that,  leads them to to the Redwood Forest to find some treasure. They stumble upon some unexpected circumstances as they adventure into the Redwoods…

That was a horrible synopsis.

Characters:

Okay, so here’s the thing, before I wrote this post I had no idea what to name my characters. Since, I’m such a procrastinator, I went and searched up names and I found the perfect names. Or so I think.

Eileen Jane Anderson:

  • Has always lived in California.
  • Very smart
  • Loves Science
  • Environmentalist
  • Secretly loves knitting
  • Wants to be a doctor when she grows up
  • Loses her temper easily
  • Most afraid of the effects of pollution
  • What she wants most: To make the world a better place

Jia Yang:

  • Moved from China when she was four
  • Loves playing the Violin
  • Shy
  • Has a hard time standing up for herself
  • Sensitive
  • Wants to be a musician when she grows up
  • Most afraid of being isolated
  • What she wants most: A best friend

So those were my characters. I was thinking of either switching the points of views, so 1 chapter would be in Eileen’s point of view and the 2nd chapter would be in Jia’s point of view. Or I could do it in third point of view. What do you guys think I should do?

That’s all the planning I’ve done for now. Are you guys doing NaNoWriMo this year? What’s your story about? What do you think of my story idea?

~Arunima

Beautiful Days ~ Photography

Do you ever have days

where everything seems wonderful?

When life couldn’t be better.

When you couldn’t need anything else

except what you have right then.

When what you need

is what you have.

You smile to yourself

And thank the world

for what you have.

You think about

the ones you love

and realize why

you love them.

You can see

the beauty of this world

all around you.

You learn new things

and think about things you’ve learnt before.

Those are the beautiful days

that everyone needs.

I dream of those days.

Do you?

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~Arunima

 

 

CWWC #8~ A Fresh Start

Hey Dreamers! Today I’ll be posting the last CWWC Challenge. This was such a great experience and I truly loved it. It really helped me grow. I used all three prompts.  I’m on TEAM HOGWARTS:

Here’s my story:

 

“This is going to be great!”My mom said happily as she turned the steering wheel. “Sure”, my older sister replied sarcastically. “Alice!” Mom yelled, “This is a great opportunity. We can have so many adventures!” Alice and I looked at each other. We knew the real reason we were moving.  It wasn’t because of opportunity or adventure. It was because of my dad. He had died a month ago a crash. None of us got over it. So, mom thought it would be a good idea to move away. So we packed our bags, sold our house and here we were. Driving to the middle of nowhere.

“Tracy, tell mom that moving away isn’t the answer”, Alice said to me.

“Um…”

“Look, I know.  .   .   .   .   .  things, haven’t been great. But we need to get a new start”, mom said.

We all fell silent, thinking about dad. I put on my headphones, hoping that listening to music would take my mind off of the situation. Soon I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was completely dark outside. “Mom?”, I asked.

“Oh, honey you’re awake! I was planning to stop at a restaurant or a fast food place so we can eat.”

“Doesn’t look like we’re gonna be having food for a while”, Alice grumbled.

Mom sighed. But Alice was right. The road was open and all we could see were hills. No lights, no shops, no drive-thrus, no other cars. We drove for what seemed like ages. Our stomachs were grumbling and we all were very cranky. Finally, we saw a small general store that looked like it was open. Mom sighed as she parked the car.

“Not exactly what I had in mind”, Alice complained.

“Well you can starve then!”, mom shouted. We looked at her shocked. She took a deep breath and walked out of the car.

When we walked in, there was a girl. She had straight blonde hair and looked like she hadn’t slept in a month. She was chewing bubblegum. We walked around and picked up some bread, peanut butter and jelly and some plastic spoons, forks and knives. We also picked up some snacks just incase the rest of the town was as lonely as this. When we went to the cash register to pay, the girl blew a green bubble.

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Mom tapped the table a little bit to wake her up. She looked at us and sleepily said, “How can I help you?”

“We’d like to buy these please”, mom answered.

“Mmhmm”, she murmured.

” Do you mind if we sit on the outside steps?”

“I don’t care.”

We sat on the steps and ate quietly. It was really awkward between us. Alice was on her phone when she whined,

“My phone is not working!”

“Just like your brain”, mom muttered.

“Mom!” I said loudly.

Mom sighed and looked away. After we were done with dinner, mom went back inside and asked the girl

“Do you know some place we can stay for the night?”

“There’s an inn a few miles away.”

“How long will it take to get there?”

“About 45 minutes.”

“Ugh! Can you at least tell me the way?”, mom was really frustrated.

” Look here lady. I’ve been working all day. I’m tired. Don’t talk to me like that. I’ll give you a map and you leave me alone.”

“Ok, show me how to get there on the map.”

“You’ll figure it out! It’s just a straight road for heaven’s sake.”

“You.    .    .”

I pulled her away saying,

“Mom! It’s okay! We’ll figure it out.”

We just stood there for a second. We sat in the car and drove for another hour or so until we finally reached the inn. I was tired and kind of afraid about what was going to happen. “Tracy, we’re going to be fine”, Alice said while mom was looking to see if there were rooms available. This irritated me a little,” Says the person who was complaining for the last hour”, I snapped. She looked like she was going to say something but mom came out and told us that she had found a room for us.

As soon as we got into the room we dropped on the bed and fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up and looked outside. It was a beautiful day, but it didn’t feel so beautiful on the inside. Mom was still asleep and Alice might have gone to get coffee or something. I went out to get some fresh air. It was a small inn and there wasn’t a sign of any other people there. I looked at mom’s car. It was really dusty. But on the windshield there was a note written in the middle of the dust.

 

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“We should talk”, it said. Under it there was a map. It had been marked. There was a star somewhere behind the inn. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even know if this was meant for me. My curiosity got the better of me. I ran around the small building o get to the back. I looked at the map and walked around a little until I was on the spot marked on the map. It was damp and kind of dirty. I wondered why the person chose this spot.

“Tracy?”

“Alice?”

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask the same.”

“I asked first.”

“Fine! I saw a note on the windshield with a map that led me here.”

“Oh.”

“What?”

“That wasn’t meant for you.”

“Who was it for?”

“Mom.”

“Why did you want to talk to mom?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Ugh! Come on Alice. I’m not a kid.”

“Well you sure do act like one.”

“What?!

“Tracy, do you know the real reason we moved?”

“Yeah. Mom couldn’t get over dad’s death, so she thought it would be a good idea to move.”

“We didn’t move because of mom. We moved because of you.”

“What do you mean?”

“After dad died, you haven’t been yourself. You stopped talking to everyone. Your grades went down drastically. You always put your headphones and cut everyone off. Mom thought it would be a good idea to get a fresh start. Obviously that’s not working.”

I stood quiet looking at my shoes.

In a gentler tone she said “Look, I know how you feel. When dad died my world fell apart. But you have to put your life back together again. You can’t dwell on it forever. If dad was here he wouldn’t want you to be so sad would he?”

“He wouldn’t “, I whispered as a tear streamed down my face. Alice came up and hugged me.

“I’m sorry”, I said.

“Me too.”

“Me three”, said a very familiar voice.

“Mom!!!”

We all three hugged not even thinking about how she got here.

“We should find a house soon”, mom said suddenly.

Alice replied “I know exactly whom to ask.”

The next moment we were in the car. Driving down the same road we had driven down yesterday. We stopped at the same little shop. The same girl was there. She looked like she had gotten enough sleep last night. She noticed us.

“Here to argue with me again?”

Mom cringed “Umm yeah. Sorry about that. I was wondering where I could find a house we could buy.”

The girl’s look of disgust changed into a look of surprise.

“Why would you be looking for a house?”

“So we could live here. Of course!”

She stared at us.

“Why?” Mom asked.

“Nobody stays in the valley for very long.”

I piped in.

“So,  guess we’ll be the first.”

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I hope you liked that little story of mine. Kind of sad that CWWC is ending. But so grateful that I got to be a part of it. Have a great day!

 

 

CWWC #7~ Just a Dream

Hey Dreamers! I’m sorry I didn’t post #6, but I had school. I didn’t want to miss another one, so here I am. I used all three prompts.

 

Closed my eyes and

walked through the gate

Entered a dream

and saw a land,

Where the city kids had hair

every shade of the rainbow

And their eyes sparkled

every minute of the hour

  

There were rides,

there were slides,

there was fun

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I felt a feeling

I hadn’t felt

in a long time

It was “Joy”

I was happy

I was

having fun

It was paradise

 

 

But then

there flashed 

a sign

“Leave Immediately”

it said

 

I closed my eyes

in despair

And when 

I opened them

I was 

in my

bedroom

 

 

As I sat

on my bed

I realized

It was a dream

 

As upset

as I was

I knew 

that dreams

had to end

sometime

 

They were nice

and they made

you feel like

your life wasn’t 

a mess

 

But they were dreams,

They weren’t real

And as fun as dreams were,

I knew 

that

I’d

have to

wake up

and

face 

reality

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I hope you liked it. Constructive criticism? Tell me in the comments. Have a nice day.

CWWC #5 ~ Superhero

Hey Dreamers! You guessed it! Another CWWC post.  I might not be posting as much for a few weeks.  Since school is starting, I don’t want to have to worry about blogging the first few weeks of school. I’ll post whenever I can. Anyways, here’s my story. I used all three prompts.

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“There’s Superman, there’s Batman, there’s Spiderman and then there’s you“, my friend Sam said as we stood on the edge of a cliff . “What about me?” I asked him.

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“It’s just you Zack! You know, ever since I met you in kindergarten, you’ve been trying to be some kind of hero. You always wore this cape around your neck. You were always a superhero for halloween. Everyday at recess you wanted to pretend to be a superhero. I supported you every single day. I can’t play along anymore. We always did what you wanted. You never asked what I wanted to do. When I said I wanted to read in the library, you wouldn’t listen. When I said I wanted to play tag with the other kids, you wouldn’t listen. Look, I can’t support you on this one. I’m sorry.”

“It’s just a small favor.”

“You’re asking me to give up my life, just so you can be a superhero. Do I have to give up my dream so you can fulfill yours? If so, I’m not ready to do it.”

“What is your dream?”

“I want to be a writer. Live in the city, have fun, find people who share my passion. I can’t do that if I go with you.”

“What kind of friend are you? I would do anything for you.”

“Would you? You wouldn’t come to the library with me. You wouldn’t play tag with the other kids. You wouldn’t come to my 16th birthday because you were upset that got torn. I told you it was okay. But it wasn’t. It wasn’t okay. I was alone at my own birthday. I always went to your birthday. I missed a chance to meet my favorite author, so I could be at your birthday. You know what, you’re not a hero. Wearing a cape does not make you a hero Zack. You’ve been so stuck on being a hero, you didn’t stop to think about anyone else. You didn’t realize that if you did stop to think, you could have been a real hero. I’m sorry. I can’t help you.”

He started walking away.

“Wait!Sam!”

He turned around.

“I’m sorry. But I need to explain why I called you to this cliff. You probably don’t remember…”

“I remember.”

“We both came here one day when we ran away from the class field trip. We decided that one day when we grow up. We’ll jump off this cliff together. Like superheroes. And we’d survive. You see the mountains over there, above the waterfall. I want to move there. You don’t want to, I know, you just told me. But that is the place where I can be a superhero…”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you Zack. Tell me one time that you’ve helped someone. One time you would consider as your ‘superhero moment’.”

I thought but I couldn’t think of one. I stayed silent.

“That’s what I thought. Why are you so stuck on being a hero?”

“I never told you. But, when I was young, before I met you. I used to have this dream every night. I’d walk into a room. I was all grown up, in a suit and tie. There was a man, there was a blindfold on his eyes. His hands were tied. And behind him were these branches and they were shaped like wings.

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He’d look up at me and shout. “This is all your fault! You think you’re a hero. But you are not, never were and never will be a hero.” And I’d wake up panicking.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t know.”

“It’s ok. I’m sorry too.”

” I forgive you.”

” So you’re coming with me?”

“No. You’re in this on your own.”

And then he went away. Forever.

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Hope you liked it! This is my first time writing in a male point of view. Give me some constructive criticism in the comments. Bye

CWWC #4 ~ Sunbeam

Hey Dreamers! Today I will be posting another CWWC challenge. I know I’ve been posting CWWC in a row. But most of my free time goes into my CWWC story. When I do have extra free time. I try to post on one of the group blogs. Anyways, I used all three prompts.

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She was the artist

and the art

You had to understand the artist

to understand the art.

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She was like a camera

Everyone smiled

when they looked at her

 

She moved in next door

And from the moment

I saw her

I knew I wanted

to be her friend

 

 

One day on my front porch

there was a white box

When I opened the box

I saw a pale pink cake

with the words

“You’re so pretty”

written in

buttercream frosting

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It made me smile

Something made me

happy

for the first time

in months

I hadn’t

felt happy

in so long

I had almost

forgotten

what it

felt like

 

I ran over

to her house,

and when she

opened the door,

I hugged her

 

We became

best friends

Not a day

went by,

when I didn’t

see her

She saw

me for

who I was

She

brought me

out of

my shell

 

One day,

it felt

like

the

worst day

of my

life

Somebody

had spread

a horrible

rumor

&

there was

no one

to

help me

 

When I

told her

She told

me to

meet her

at her house

When I

reached

her house,

she was

in the

kitchen

with a bowl of

pink

buttercream

frosting

&

a spatula

 

She didn’t speak

She didn’t make a sound

But the look in her eyes

told me exactly

what was

going to happen

She lunged

at me

and threw

the frosting

on my face

“Feeling better?”

She asked

with a smile

 

I smiled back

and threw

some frosting

back at her

Soon the kitchen

was a mess

But we

were laughing

and that was

all that mattered

 

That’s the kind

of person

she was

She was

a

sunbeam

that made

everyone smile

even in

their darkest

times

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Hope you liked it! Tell me if you have any constructive criticism in the comments. Bye!