Sisterhood
A word too big to say with a small mouth.
Sisterhood is the utopia of feminism: the coexistence of understanding, coherence, and empathy of women towards other women.
And it's not easy. Although it sounds beautiful. With the education we have, it is not easy at all.
Educated as we are to be the most beautiful, the most intelligent, the most elegant, the youngest and a long etcetera of "most" that makes life less alive. Exhausting on countless occasions.
That makes life become an eternal race against the clock pushing the adversaries. Because that's how we see ourselves with the patriarchal lens.
"The competition". "The others". "The other one". "The enemy". "The mistress". "The little girl". "The one who is a slut". "The one who is easy".
It is curious that everything revolves around what the man has in his crotch.
And it's exhausting.
Because the idea of having to be the most in everything is the most harmful thing we can aspire to.
The difficulty is that the bombardment of messages with which they try to embed this idea is so strong that it penetrates alone.
And, curiously, with this rhythm, in which you spend your time wanting to cover up years of life on your skin, what they achieve is to consume them more quickly. Losing track of time and making you feel guilty of continuing to age.
Sisterhood is understanding that all the women who pass through the lives of the men who have passed through ours are not rivals.
They probably have things that you don't have. And that's fine.
When you understand that, you lack few things to have to grow.
Sisterhood is living in peace, without constant threats of what they will say. It is living reminding ourselves and others, all the women who left their skin (with wrinkles like Simone, and without them like the 13 Roses) that only when we go together hand in hand, will we achieve that Feminism ceases to be utopian.
Sisterhood is not having to accidentally hear in street conversations that don't go with you a:
"She's super ugly and she screwed him" or "I don't understand what he's doing with her"...
Conversations that don't go with you, but at the same time they do... because they destroy the gender of which you are a part.
Stones on the roofs that built... those who gave their lives in leaving us rights and freedoms as inheritance.
((Sisterhood is not having to take for granted that your daughter has to help more at home, behave better or eat less than your son.))
Sisterhood is not judging the appointment of a Minister without knowing her Curriculum (with veracity)
Sisterhood is building solid foundations in your self-esteem and in that of others. Telling your friend how beautiful she is when you see it that way, or going further, telling other women that you admire them, that they are strong, brave for being here, fighting in their respective battles with the damn patriarchy stuck in their guts. And with the external impositions of perfection. Because we are all the same. Some more aware than others... but all in the same boat.
Sisterhood is understanding that you will not be free until all those women who are in the other part of the world are. Even if they catch you far away. They are.
Sisterhood is not looking the other way when they call others "whore" while you listen with total normality.
Sisterhood is believing in the fight of abolitionism, precisely of that, of real prostitution.
Sisterhood is everything that sounds like compassion, brotherhood... respectful coexistence.
But, above all, sisterhood is knowing that when they touch one. They are touching us all.
That the packs touch one, but justice with its sentences touches us all.
We don't want pretty flowers and sweet chocolates. We want Feminism. The good kind.
