HOW DID YOU BECOME A FEMINIST? (Story)

I wasn’t for a long time. I liked trump, for no real reason, just because my grandpa did. I didn’t really think it mattered that much, because I wasn’t really affected by it. But when I was 13 I moved into a very southern/very republican area. I sat and watched as “good ole’ southern gentlemen” told myself and other girls in my school to “go make them a sandwich” and “you belong in the kitchen”. I watched as middle school boys with short tempers would blow up when confronted with their sexism. I watched as the boys mocked the other girls when trying to stand up for themselves. I sat and cried with my friend as she told me about her uncle touching her, and no one doing anything about it. I recounted my abusive stepdad, beating up my mom. My sister and I. Telling the authorities and them calling us liars. I was suddenly angry. I began to read up on things. Facts. Statistics. Articles. Wages. Rights. I was filled with such a deep fury. I took a political standings test on google. I rethought my decisions about trump. I decided I was a Democrat. Told my family and they mocked me. Soon after I decided I was a feminist. I asked my aunt if she was and she said “why would I believe women were better than men?” I told her she was wrong about it and she told me she still didn’t like that kind of stuff. This solidified my thoughts. I decided to start standing up and shouting when the boys mocked us girls. I decided to be quiet and reserved no longer. I realized how terrible and unjust things were for women, and not just us, but foreign people, minority groups, people of color, etc., etc. These people have it way worse than me, a white female. So I decided to start using my voice. Because if we don’t, who Will?