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i love this so much. these women have soo soo much beauty and are forced to hide it
But they do it willingly though?? You sound like youre trying to say they have a gun pointed to their head and are really pushed to do it, which isnt the truth. Most who wear this are happy with covering their beauty, because beauty isnt always everything. The people who aren’t happy or have other various reasons but are still muslims dont wear it. They aren’t forced to wear this in most occasions. It’s a choice.
Actually usually they are forced but not with a gun to their head but with words and being brain washed all their lives. Wearing a head scarf defies them of basic rights and puts them selves under men and allowing themselves not to be treated as equals.
actually they’re not forced my friend has a muslim mom who chooses to wear it and i have another friend with a muslim mom who chooses not to. It’s a religious choice in general except in extremist countries. learn your facts before judging.
WHO FUCKING CARES JUST LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL THIS PICTURE IS, go take up debating or something
Love this photo
but dude look at her eyelashes maybe it’s maybelline
Haha snotbutt, you killed me lol
Dude its on their religion
You forget something important, their culture. It’s a part of them. It might be something awful to us, western girl to go hide behind a cloth. But to them it’s just as awful seeing us wearing shorts or tank tops. This goes beyond patriarchy or women humans right. It’s a culture and we can’t analyze every fact under an occidental lens. So you should stop victimised them.
maybe i wear lipstick so that
you will see my pretty pink mouth
wrapping around a coffee cup lid
and be distracted enough not to notice
that i am intelligent and powerful;
maybe i draw my brows into high arches
so you will look at my unimpressed skepticism
and overlook my spiteful glare
as a trick of my silly, girlish routine.
maybe i wear my heels so high and thin
so that i grasp your attention with the sway of my hips
as i listen to the click-clack-click against the floor
and know that if you should try to overpower me
i walk on sharpened knives.
maybe when i laugh at your worthless jokes
i am really baring my fangs
waiting patiently for the day
that i sink them into your neck.
i am not made of porcelain pleasantries;
you will find that these things are my armor
to keep you at a distance
so you do not step on me and shatter
my fragile control.
i am not a husk — i am not wilting.
i am turning my head
so that the fire blazing through my eyes
does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms
and burn your bones to dust.
i am not your pretty girl;
i am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix —
a forest of werewolves and wendigos
that will carve out your chest
so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips
i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths.
Charles Dickens, David Copperfield
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