#MyFeminism: How I reconciliated my faith with feminism
I've always been wary of the word "feminism". Ok, not always. I would say probably for the last few years, after I started growing in my faith. In my head, when I thought about feminism, I pictured either suffragettes all over the streets requesting female vote, or Femens all over the streets with their breasts out and something like "My body, my choice!" written on them, or Beyoncé surrounded by an army of half-naked girls singing and dancing "Who run the world? GIRLS!" And quite frankly, none of the above seemed very appealing to me. However, I know deep inside I've always been a feminist. That feeling re-emerged a few months ago, in the midst of the whole #MeToo movement. I guess I'd just stopped identifying to the feminist movement, because I thought it wasn’t quite well represented nowadays, while being poorly viewed within my Christian faith, among other circles. As I got more and more involved in my Church, it somehow...