Don't tell me I can't carry a case of water, or fix my car or fix a light because you would prefer to see a man do the heavy lifting and the handy work.

Don't tell me I can't walk myself to the car after dark, and that I can't travel by myself because I need protection and to be escorted by a man.

Don't tell me I can't teach my students to be aware of the biases in the world because they're too young.

Don't tell me I can't be ready to settle down because I'm too young.

Don't tell me I can't climb a ladder because my health could eventually influence my balance.

Don't tell me I can't eat bread because there are too many carbs. Bread makes you fat?!

The more you tell me I can't do something, the more determined I am to do those things. And it's not because I am against men helping and protecting women or following a diet. Under normal circumstances, I would appreciate assistance and advice with these things when I’m struggling or hurting or confused.

The ultimatums that are given: let a man help you before you emasculate him, change your diet or you won’t be beautiful, go against the independent person I have become.

Try giving a suggestion instead of telling me what to do. Try considering what you are telling me I am capable (or not capable) of.

Stop telling me I can’t and start asking me how you can support me

Stop telling me I can’t and start telling me you believe in me.