Before today, I was considering writing an article about the controversy of the hijab. I was considering writing about how so many people choose to wear the hijab despite the perturbing fear of being judged by different communities and for a multitude of reasons. But I was going to do that without admitting one thing which has been central to me writing it; I don't know if I want to continue wearing the hijab.
With great feminist knowledge, comes great responsibility. No longer will subliminal sexism go unnoticed in your favourite TV series, no longer can you re-watch childhood movies with ignorance at their underlying misogyny and no longer can you appreciate a cheeky rom-com without feeling like you've betrayed your own kind.
One morning last year, my year 13 form tutor told us she wasn't a feminist. Silence descended. Noticing the distinct lack of approving nods and the much more emphatic shiftiness and thumb-twiddling before her, our teacher hastily added "but obviously I believe in gender equality." She couldn't have paid us to keep quiet.
Women have shed some of the shackles of inequality, only to be bound my new ones of image obsession. Yet the investment is disproportionately high compared to their interests and desires. They claim that their confidence drops by 80% on reading a magazine and 60% feel that glam selfies make them feel bag.
There are some feminine rituals that I will never rid myself of. I believe that feminism is fluid and accepts all changes that have to be made. I live in a society that is basically founded on patriarchy and sexist oppression. Adjusting to make your own life a little easier is not selling out. Reform and re-structure is also a form of revolution.
Campaigns by parent-groups like Let Toys Be Toys have gathered momentum and the tide is beginning to turn with a few brands launching products that buck stereotypes. A huge franchise for Xmas 2015 will be the newly-launched Lego Star Wars range that prominently features the new female heroine Rey and her vehicles.
By posting pictures of emaciated people to raise awareness, it is just reinforcing that stereotype so that the general public still have the idea that to be unwell the sufferer must be very thin and it makes sufferers feel that unless they look like that photo then they are not unwell enough to seek help.