“Why won’t you smile, you’d look better with a smile!”
In addition to some irritating whistles, this is what it’s like being a woman in Morocco. Wherever you go, you’re going to get unwanted attention. From the youngest to the eldest man unashamedly hitting on us, leaving us women feeling disgusted - mostly of ourselves, thinking that something is wrong with us even if it’s not.
We as individuals are oppressed to let go of our spark, our flame, our power, because no man can handle a strong woman who is independent and fearless. They reduce us to a face and genital organs, being able to conceive - indeed it’s partly true [we do have that ability] and I’m embracing it fully, but today, I know that I’m much more. I’m going to break boundaries and create the extraordinary out of the ordinary because this is who I AM.
