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In recent years, I've always seen on various platforms that more and more people no longer value the gender of their children.
Whenever I see this information, I think, if I had been born in such an era, would it be completely different from now?
Maybe I won't be a well-behaved girl who doesn't like to talk in the eyes of my elders, and I can also stick to myself and try to be a cool girl who is unbridled and dashing.
For as long as I can remember, my grandparents hardly looked at me squarely.
My uncle had a boy my age at home, and both grandparents seemed to spoil him a little more.
I didn't understand why my grandparents' attitudes towards us were so different, the same want to go to get a snack, he can take it, eat it casually, and I am not allowed; the same while eating and watching TV, the last person to be criticized is only me.
After school, my class with the boys was always next door.
Every time I went to my grandparents' house on vacation, when the two elders faced me, they didn't seem to want to know anything about my life except to ask about my grades.
In the face of boys, it seems that there are always endless questions and endless concerns.
At the time, I thought it was because I wasn't good enough.
When I am excellent, my grandparents will definitely look at me with surprise.
However, the truth is that no matter how hard I tried, I never got the same pampering as the boy.
I studied hard, was admitted to a key high school, and entered a key class, but in exchange for a sentence of "What is the use of girls reading so many books?" ”
My boy and I were both admitted to college, and everyone said my grandmother was blessed. But whenever I was asked where my granddaughter was going to college, Grandma always pretended not to hear me, because she never cared about what college I got into.
On the contrary, when boys are mentioned, they can always talk to others.
Gradually, I finally understood that no matter whether I was good or not, my grandparents would not give me the same pampering, and the root of this was because I was a girl.
Girls, in their eyes, are never very satisfied with anything they do.
I studied hard, they thought it was useless for girls to study; when I went to college, they thought I would only be a teacher in the future; I gave gifts to boys at the same time, and they always felt that my gifts were not as good as boys...
My gender is not something I can decide, but my personality is subtly cultivated in such an environment.
Now, I occasionally deny myself, and I feel that if we didn't have a girl like me in our family, I would definitely have a better life.
I dare not accept the kindness of others to me easily, not only worried about being sorry for this good, but also feeling that I am not worthy of such a good.
But I am also very fortunate that I live in an era where there is no longer so much patriarchal thinking.
In this case, there will be a lot less girls like me in the world.
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