I’m a twenty-five year-old woman, and I consider being a feminist a large part of my identity. Ten years ago, that wasn’t the case. Hell, five years that wasn't the case.
Growing up, I fell victim to the narrative that many people do—feminism was an ugly word used to describe man-hating, overly-sensitive, “politically-correct” (as if this were a bad thing), crazy people.
I believed that feminism sought to destroy the nuclear family, force women from the home, and spread anger and bitterness. I was ignorant to the actual meaning of feminism and what it sought to do.