I’m standing straight with my arms stretched upwards, supporting the concrete ceiling. This column carries my burden of expectations being a woman in the western society.
Be beautiful.
Be thin, but not too thin.
Be successful and driven, but caring.
Be strong, but feminine.
By maintaining these expectations for as long as I have known, I started to feel that I am turning into a structural material. I am supporting this stereotype. I am becoming concrete myself.
