Once I called myself a feminist. I was twelve years old.
Then a relative of mine laughed at me. And I felt ashamed of myself.
Probably I should explain better this. When I was twelve years old (an age when you are still a child but not that much), I read a book called Feminism for teenagers. It was a short book about women. Simone de Beauvior, Charlotte Bronte, Jeanne D'Arch... wonderful, powerful, important women. And this book also told stories about battles and rights. Vote for women, female homosexuality, abortion, female circumcision, salary gap. Some of those topics were kind of taboo in my family or unkwon for my at that age. Fo