STOP SLUT SHAMING!

STOP SLUT SHAMING! is a social commentary written by Seivi Katro

Maybe this little blurb will solve nothing. Maybe it will simply make some roll their eyes, and others mad. But if one, just one, young woman reads this and realizes that her internalized misogyny can be unlearned, that she doesn’t have to hate other women to succeed in life, then my piece has accomplished its goal. I didn’t write this to be shady. It wrote itself out of the pain and disappointment of seeing bright young women all over my social medias (and real life) tear each-other apart over ideals they were taught they should want. Maybe they didn’t even realize they were doing it, but it’s time we taught each-other than there is no bigger strength in today’s reality than the support of other women.


How old were you the first time you heard the world kurve? How long did it take you to connect that word -that your father and his friends threw around- to whore? How many times did you use it in your head, practicing it for when you saw the one that would fit it properly? Did you ever meet her? Or did she taunt you from the reflection of every shop window you passed. So you kept playing tag with other women you saw on the street.
They’re it now.

Was it your mother who taught you how to pronounce kucke? Without her even meaning to, she taught you what a slut was. Over coffee and biscuits with other women she told you what not to be; you couldn’t be loud and attract their attention, you couldn’t wear that mini-skirt with those heels, you couldn’t wear eyeliner, you shouldn’t do anything that made your existence known. So you told yourself you didn’t want their attention. You didn’t want to be noticed even though your hair shone in the sunlight like it was dripping with honey, and your breasts gave a new shape to every shirt you wore. You heard your mother’s voice echoing every time you dared exchange a look with them.

Gocat e mire nuk bejne si kucka.

Or was it your classmates who taught you? The ones who got their periods too soon and sprung into womanhood like it was a meadow in the middle of Spring. Did you resent them because they held a key to a new life, or did you hate yourself when your own underwear bloomed with burgundy spots? Did you think of those small drops the first time you let someone in. Was the color the same? Was the pain? Or was it a different punishment this time? Did your cheeks flush with that same blood as you washed your sheets by hand, not daring to leave a trace of your shame?

Who taught you how to hate yourself? So much that everything you do turns into a comparison? Why are your sisters your enemies? Why do you see their bodies as a statue you must tear down? Why do their souls make yours tremble and darken? Why doesn’t their light guide you toward peace? Why does it matter how many men they knew, if you have known none? Why does it burden you what goes on between their sheets? Do you think you will keep a man that way?
Who do you think will dry your tears once he leaves you for another “hoe”?

Do you think the guy who asked you if you know how to make pite gives a fuck about you?

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Seivi Katro

Seivi Katro lives in Boston, but her roots are in Elbasan, Albania. She is currently pursuing a Bachelor of Arts in English with a concentration in Creative Writing at the University of Massachusetts Boston. Her short story “Coming Home: Rruga per ne Shtepi” has been published in UMB’s literary journal "The Watermark". She enjoys spending her free time in museums and bookshops, drinking coffee, and eating Nutella with a spoon out of the jar.