When did we decide it was time to grow up? It seems a simple, even logical question, but not so when a little judgement and analysis is applied. It is common, especially in Western societies, to associate maturity with a series of stages. Depending on how much money your family has, you will be able to live a certain way... Therefore, you will be able to enjoy the stages of your life more (or, on the contrary, less). Not to mention, if we add to this messiness, the conditioning factor of being a woman....
You are born, as soon as you become conscious, and one of the first things you learn is how to sit with a skirt, or what to do (and what not to do) with your legs. How to kiss people hello, especially boys. And in time, adolescence finds us between the end of the childhood days, where Barbies don't represent us as much as they used to... We then reach the stage that can be defined in a simple sentence ‘Beware of pregnancy’... In short, almost everything is conditioned by the gender we were born with. It is difficult to go against the current.
As girls, we grow up in a bubble. In the beginning everything is diminutives for almost everything. It's not ‘casa’, it's ‘casita’, and the colours of everything is the perfect representation of beauty. But at the same time, any girl who has grown up with (male) brothers can tell you that the treatment we get from everyone is totally different. We first noticed it with our teachers at school. There are restrictions that seem to follow a certain kind of pattern. Maybe that's why girls who don't like pink, and who prefer rock to pop, seem to be destined for marginalisation.
We find it very hard to understand these differences in treatment. And very soon we realise that it is much harder what awaits us from other girls, girls, co-workers and colleagues. The transition from what was once presented to us as ‘ideal’, ‘beautiful’ and ‘perfect’ is today nothing more than an illusion. Along the way, we learned (forcibly) that trust is a difficult verb to apply to others. Paradoxically, less difficult towards men than towards women. .... We are women now, and we repeat in cycle Infinitely; or at least, that's what some of us are willing to change...
We live in a world designed for inequality. We can see it in all latitudes and all aspects of life. A few dominate the lives of all. It is not conspiracy or fatalism; it is what it is. We love hope but we are not prepared to break the vicious circle? I guess, it is better to promote the beauty of childhood, the instability of adolescence and the boredom of adulthood with some changes. We have to learn to be more and better empathic beings. I still don't understand why it is so difficult to make friends.... There are always a thousand ‘buts’ but very few solutions. It is necessary to redefine being a woman after all...