Last night at my brother’s engagement, everything was going fine. I was upstairs with some of his friends and my cousins, watching guests arrive. As girls started coming in, they began making cheap, disrespectful comments about their bodies.
I couldn’t just stand there and listen, so I told them directly that this mindset isn’t okay.
Instead of understanding, they started mocking me—saying I’m too sensitive, that this is “normal,” and that this is why I don’t have anyone. They called me a loser and tried to act cool by bragging about having multiple girls.
For a moment, I did feel like the odd one out. But deep down, I knew I wasn’t wrong.
I don’t think respecting women makes someone weak or uncool. If anything, it shows character. I don’t need to laugh at things I don’t believe in just to fit in.
Maybe they won’t understand it now—and that’s fine. I’m okay being different if it means staying true to what I believe is right.