Why Do Women Always Put Themselves Through A Life Full Of Discomfort?

Monday, January 19, 2015 , 0 Comments

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Be it about wearing sheen, under-knee-length dresses in winters or wearing high heels for long, uneven walks or putting layers of artificial beauty products or carrying heavy jewelry on most delicate body arts etc., the ultimate goal is to blindly follow a trend in the name of fashion which is meant more to please eyes of others than to bring comfort to themselves.

They still look for lame excuses on raising leaves in work places or being unable to attend any event, when the actual reason circles around ‘those’ painful days of month.  

Why can’t they just wear a comfortable dress, flat shoes, no jewelry, no makeup and walk by?








From time immemorial women have been struggling for mere acknowledgement of existence of the fairer sex by the superior. And this struggle journey for identity seems to have become eternal now! The reason is that women themselves make their lives complicated by continuing to participate in most inconvenient ways of living, by choice or otherwise. Be it about wearing sheen, under-knee-length dresses in winters or wearing high heels for long, uneven walks or putting layers of artificial beauty products or carrying heavy jewelry on most delicate body arts etc., the ultimate goal is to blindly follow a trend in the name of fashion which is meant more to please eyes of others than to bring comfort to themselves.


The lack of acknowledgement of their identities can be judged from the fact that women still need to be shy and inexpressive about something which is as common as for the fact that 50% of population suffers through ‘it’ every month, from an age as young as 10-14 (varying according to geographical and tropical changes) to an age as old as almost leaving youth and virility far behind. They still need to carry the whole purse to the washrooms when all they need is the ‘napkin’. They still have to be cautious while buying or disposing those napkins so no one catches them doing so as if this is an act of crime. They still look for lame excuses on raising leaves in work places or being unable to attend any event, when the actual reason circles around those painful days of month. Ironically, we do not get surprised to see these bad incumbent social practices in matters so sophisticated, but we do blabber about women empowerment, equality and freedom etc in other high notch affairs.


But I won’t say that men alone are to blame for this. Women have been standing at par in creating and promoting an environment which is highly unfriendly for them. We do things which are liked by everyone in the room but us. We do portray ourselves as objects, just so some men can pass fetish compliments, take pleasure in our company or make us feel important by doing so. We have to ask ourselves if this is all that is required to prove our identity, more than the identity itself? While preserving identity by being unique and thereby comfortless, are we not in fact loosing it? Why can’t we just wear a comfortable dress, flat shoes, no jewelry, no makeup and walk by? When will women for once start using brains and stop portraying themselves as an ‘object of admiration’ by others?


We must not forget that fashion is being invented so that we enjoy it and rule over the world, not for it to rule over our psyche. It’s high time that we come forward, and say no to this uncomfortable life we are imposed to live. We need to be expressive about our needs – both, physical and emotional. We need to be less tolerant towards everything that puts us in discomfort. We need to start sharing our thoughts, boldly and publicly. We don’t need movements, protests and awareness programs; what we need is a change our very mentality.


For our own sake, let’s please stop putting ourselves through a life full of discomfort!

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Cheers!



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