Ok, so how did I come to be a feminist? I wonder the same thing myself. Maybe it started when I was a little tyke and I wanted to do things for myself instead of being told what I could/couldn't do. Maybe it started at summer camp where I realized "the boys" were allowed to behave in ways "the girls" weren't, and when I would do the things they would do, I got scolded. Maybe it started when I got really sick a few years ago and realized I wanted/needed to re-connect with my body. The latter was the closest thing to a "Feminist Awakening", but the more I explore my own feminism the more I realize it's not just about "moving forward" but also a remembering.
Reading "Conquest" by Andrea Smith was a game-changer for me and exposed me to some ideas I really needed to hear, particularly as a white settler supposedly concerned with social and ecological justice.
I'm in my 20s but I still look up to Pippi Longstocking.
Speaking of stockings, the first picture of myself I was able to find on the internet features my socks while I peruse through the infamous "Is This a Zine? Y/N" bin during a librarian meeting at the Papercut Zine Library, where I volunteered for 3 years, alongside a crew of amazing, inspiring, fierce feminists.
(Ess Elle is a Philly-based zine-maker and farmer who makes zines about sexual health, cities (and her love/hate relationship with them), and moments of magic or fate.)