I’m standing straight with my arms stretched upwards, supporting the concrete ceiling. This column carries a burden and endurance of what is expected of me to be, perform, and stand for as a woman in Western society.

 

Be beautiful.
Be thin, but not too thin.
Be successful and driven, but caring.
Be strong, but feminine.

By maintaining these expectations for as long as I have known, I started to feel that I am turning into a structural material. I became the pure representation and perpetuation of the stereotype. I am becoming concrete myself.

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