By Tara Vidisha Ghose:
While I was still in school, I remember telling my mother “I don’t understand why women cry so much about inequality. We can vote now and they reserve seats for us in the parliament. We are equal.” Sure, back then, it seemed that way to me, because it seemed perfectly normal that every boy in the boys’ football team in school was a hero while the girls’ team had spent years and years fighting just to be allowed to take part in inter-school competitions. There was nothing strange about how one of my friends who had had lots of boyfriends was systematically alienated from our group and was slut-shamed by everyone, including the boys who had been involved with her. I barely thought twice before starving myself for days on end to bring my waist size down to 23 inches, because to me, more than being a good student, being beautiful was what gave me value.