KarMel Scholarship 2007

 

 “Letter to Ma”

By  Elizabeth Bond

 

 

Desciption of Submission: A letter to my mom explaining my unique sexuality and my distaste of the definition of what a woman is in today's society

 

 

 

Dear Ma,

We have had many quarrels over this topic, and it tires me every day.  I hope, that when you have finished reading this letter, that you will understand on a deeper level of who I am.  I will tell you from the start that you should not feel like a failure because of the way I turned out.  I am who I am, and every quirk and flaw I have I see as a gift from God.  Who am I?  A woman who loves women, who expresses both masculine and feminine traits, who simply wishes to be herself and not be confined by the definition of what it means to be a woman in today’s society.

I’m not sure what being a woman really means.  I used to think that it simply meant having the ability to give birth and nurse the children.  Why are we supposed to wear makeup and dresses?  Why are we supposed to shake our hips when we walk, paint our fingernails, and stand up straight so our breasts show? 

This is what I am:  a woman who loves women for their minds and bodies, who hates lace and dresses, who always preferred to pay for the dinner date, no matter how poor I am.  We have argued hundreds of times on me wearing men’s button down shirts and slightly oversized T-shirts when I should be wearing something found in the women’s clothing department.  And you have nagged me even more on walking more like a woman and doing something pretty with my hair.  On one level, this is me simply not wanting to complicate my life with curlers and matching shoes and fifty outfits from The Gap, but we both know that there is something beyond me just acting a bit like a man.

Don’t get me wrong.  I don’t want a penis.  And I know that there are many successful women out there who still express their femininity.  I know that that is what you want me to be.  I suppose that I could do that, but it wouldn’t be me.  I do not display masculine traits so that I can be as successful as a man.  I act like a man because that is what feels natural to me.  Anything else would be a lie.

And when it comes to other women, you should know that I love them deeply.  I think of my female friends who are in every sense, a lady, and yet are ambitious and successful.  I usually harbor a slight crush on them, not just because they are physically beautiful, but also because their humor and wisdom affects me deeply, beyond a simple platonic relationship.  I see that every woman has this ability to be such ladies that I have been blessed to know. 

But despite being around such ladies, I never had the drive to become one.  I understand that a woman is supposed to compliment a man.  I find very few men that I want to compliment, though.  I have often wanted to compliment another woman, though.  I want her to be comfortable to express herself without having to worry about society’s petty definitions on what a woman is.  The world needs to go beyond such limitations by appreciating the uniqueness of each woman.  In 1995, Pope John Paul II wrote in his letter to women: “Perhaps more than men, women acknowledge the person, because they see persons with their hearts. They see them independently of various ideological or political systems. They see others in their greatness and limitations; they try to go out to them and help them.”  Perhaps I will never be able to have the grace and courage that so many strong women posses, but I can love them for it, and I hope that one day through that love I will help men realize what gifts women are to the world. 

I hope that none of this make you upset.  I understand that many women would look at me and think that I am degrading womanhood by acting like a man.  I do no such thing.  I am simply being me:  woman, man, and always your daughter.  I will not allow myself to be a woman who stays at home and cooks her husband’s dinner every night.  I also will not go and burn my bra.  I will, however, continue to walk like man, flirt with the ladies, and resent wearing dresses.  Society can look at me and call me a lesbian, a dyke, and a hypocrite, and I wouldn’t care.  What I do care about, though, is that you love me for everything that I am, no matter how conflicted I may be.

Love,

Izzy

 

 

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