I’m fed up. There’s a whirlwind of emotions swirling within me, but frustration is at the forefront, charging ahead like a warrior on the battlefield. I put in a tremendous amount of effort at my job and excel at what I do. I dedicate countless hours, often responding to late-night calls and early morning emails. I am personable, intelligent, and I tackle even the most challenging tasks with enthusiasm.
Though I earn a decent salary for my age and take pride in my burgeoning career, I often feel undervalued compared to my male coworkers, whether they are in higher or similar positions. Despite holding a role that should grant me authority, I often find myself treated more like an assistant or a mere task completer than a seasoned professional.
I frequently endure the frustration of being sidelined, agreeing to handle spreadsheets, reservations, or meetings that everyone else attends. I know my capabilities exceed these trivial tasks, yet I continue to play this role, striving to be recognized for more than just my knack for finding good dining spots.
Today, however, was particularly difficult. The suffocating presence of my male colleagues felt almost unbearable. A male superior, dissatisfied with my project approach, actively worked to undermine my efforts, discussing his opinions with everyone except me. When I learned about this from another female colleague, I was furious. Nevertheless, I composed myself and decided to address the issue directly with him, hoping for a constructive dialogue.
I had my points prepared, eager for a mature conversation that would clarify our working relationship. But I made the unfortunate choice to use the word “feel.” That’s when he seized the opportunity to belittle me, dramatically clutching his chest and mocking, “Ohhhh, did I hurt your feelings?”
I was taken aback and humiliated that a person in his position would respond to a professional discussion in such a condescending manner. Would he dare speak this way to a male colleague? Absolutely not. He felt empowered to speak this way to me because I’m a woman, confident that he could hide behind closed doors.
I know my worth—I’m skilled, intelligent, and often better at my job than many. Yet, there are always those who will judge my insights solely based on my gender. This reality saddens and infuriates me.
Women before me fought valiantly for equal rights, and yet I find myself battling for my own dignity. I can’t back down; I have a daughter who looks up to me, and I must demonstrate strength. I want her to understand that such treatment is unacceptable and should never be tolerated.
So, I will take a breath and face the challenges head-on. I will dismantle barriers and confront this discrimination. I’ve tried the polite approach, and now it’s time to take a stand. My feelings are valid and should not be weaponized against me. I refuse to be judged by my anatomy any longer. If anger is how they lead, then perhaps it’s time I embrace my own.
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