Welcome to The Feminist Notebook

 Hi. I’m Drishti.

I’m 15.

And for a long time, I’ve felt like my voice wasn’t allowed to be loud.

I’ve been told:

“You’re too young to understand feminism.”

“You’re too sensitive.”

“Stop overthinking it.”

“Boys will be boys.”

“Cover up.”

“Calm down.”

Smile more.

But here’s the thing:

I’ve had enough.

This world teaches girls like me to shrink.

Shrink our clothes.

Shrink our bodies.

Shrink our rage.

Shrink our words.

Shrink our truth.

But I’m not shrinking anymore.

I’m writing.

And this?

This is my notebook.

My little space in a giant, unfair world.

Where I get to be loud, emotional, opinionated, angry, poetic, and powerful.

Where I talk about things people still avoid:

Rape culture hidden in memes

Dress codes that shame girls

Boys who cry in secret because “men don’t cry”

Instagram trends that call women “walking red flags”

The word “feminist” being treated like a bad word in a classroom

💬 Let’s get one thing straight:

Feminism isn’t a bad word.

It’s not about hating men.

It’s about loving ourselves enough to demand more.

It’s about equality, not dominance.

It’s about holding the system accountable—not just individuals.

It’s about healing the damage patriarchy does to everyone — not just women.

And yeah, I’m just 15.

But that doesn’t make my voice weaker.

It makes it louder — because I’m not supposed to be saying all this yet.

But here I am.

🖤 So what is “The Feminist Notebook”?

It’s a blog.

It’s a diary.

It’s a rebellion.

It’s a place where I can scream on paper and turn it into poetry.

Where I can cry about how deeply the world hurts and then write something powerful enough to fight back.

Some days, I’ll post rants.

Some days, stories.

Other days, quiet little thoughts in pink handwriting and black rage.

You’ll read about:

My journey writing a feminist book as a teenage girl

Things I hear in classrooms that haunt me

The moments that made me realize I was a feminist

The friendships, heartbreaks, and tiny victories that shaped my voice

This is for the girls who feel like they’re too much.

The boys who want to feel without shame.

The people who feel broken by systems built to ignore them.

This is for the version of me that used to stay silent in school.

For Tani. For Drishti. For every version of us.

I don’t have all the answers.

But I have stories.

And rage.

And a pen that refuses to be still.

If you’re here—thank you.

Whether you’re angry, heartbroken, confused, inspired, or just tired...

this blog is your space too.

Let’s rip pages out of the patriarchy together.

Let’s write something they’ll never forget.

With every post, I’m not just sharing words.

I’m building a world I want to live in.

One where I don’t have to whisper to be heard.

So yeah.

I’m 15.

And I’ve decided to change the damn world.

Welcome to The Feminist Notebook.

You belong here.

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🖤 Tani. Drishti. Both.

✊ #TheFeministNotebook

📣 “Empowerment. Equality. Evolution.”