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She went on to do great things. Invited to universities she had never attended to give graduation speeches. Invited to television talk shows so her admirers could see she was really like everyone else but in the most glamorous way. Her name was leant to movies, books and T.V. shows as a way to further promote them. She made trips to congress to speak bout issues in which she was passionate. She was loved and adored. Her personal life, however, did not exist.
Her name meant many things to those who followed her but to herself it had lost all meaning. her quiet demeanor was misattributed as humbleness and her few choices of words marked as the attribute of a great speaker, rather than to her shyness.
Long after her body existed, she would live on in the memories of the collective conscience. They would make meme’s of her on social media platforms that generations after would look at and attribute new meaning.
And, of course, she was heralded as a great voice for women all over the world. Though she never directly spoke of women’s rights, her image was used as an example to all women.
To this, she had her doubts. Am I a tool for another’s agenda? Do I belong here for my ideas? Or will I always be a female body with ideas, doomed never to be separated from my anatomy.
These questions would arise in her mind but to them she also rebutted, as long as my ideas are sound they will rise above all superficialities, in time.
She got older and wiser, the political climate changed and issues came, went and came back again. Her image came and went with them.
Now as she neared the end of her life, with only a handful of years to walk this earth, she noticed the same things.
“Here is an example of a woman who has risen above it all to achieve great things, despite.”
“This woman has to rub it in everyone’s faces that she is a woman, just focus on the ideas, lady.”
She had heard the same criticisms all her life, on both sides, calling her woman. They were not wrong but they were miles away from the truth.
As she spent her final days in a house of a quiet neighborhood in some lazy suburb, she would look out the window and watch the world go by, still with that same flame, passion and will. To all of you, she thought, that say I am more than a woman or just a woman, I only ever wished to live as I am.