Unbalanced Scales

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

"House With No Mirrors", by Sasha Sloan

Randomly came across this earlier today, beautiful but layered with sadness. Wish I could fully describe all the weight societies wrongly place on women, but it is true sometimes one has to *be* in another's shoes to know such things. Fortunately, this song seems to capture much of it, in ways obvious enough for me to grasp as well. 

The plague of self-doubt and diminution and constriction humanity casts on one half of itself is injustice personified. I shouldn't be surprised that contemporary feminism was borne out of such oppression across millennia, but not sold on that as the answer. Why shouldn't women/people be both beautifully self-expressive but modest as well? Why do so many get pulled into extremes whereby they make it seem it must be one or the other? That modesty itself they've outdated, but when it comes to being declothed (ironically serving the nature of men in the process), women can rationalize being champions of the modern self-"empowering" trend?

Difficult questions, but the only answers we can find will be those for ourselves, in our day to day interactions, how we to choose to maintain relationships, regardless of what we find in turn. 

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don't think my beloved need any mirrors where they live, for my ocean suffices in reflection, taking in their light i've long seen, showing it back to them. but this life, it may not be deep enough, may end up too short, for the reflecting to finish, when such beauty i have the privilege of witness, is too great to summarize in a single lifetime. thus, i need Eternity, the only time and place where justice can breathe, not suffocated, where i can truly encapsulate all my beacons mean, iA.