Today, this week, this month, this year, the last couple of years of my life I have been angry, angry at the society, at the system, at people, angry about how we approach problems related to women, how we have to measure the impact of our words, rethink what we say not to hurt an “innocent” man, not to generalise.

I am angry that I have to justify why I have every right to be angry losing every sense of safety in my life, I spent my daily walks to work last week thinking how can I act if I got attacked and ways to expose my perpetrator.

I am angry at all men, the bystander men, the silent men, the ally men. The I have a mom and a sister men, the I would never hit a woman men, the you know I support women men. how can I explain that just because you don’t hit doesn’t make you a hero man, a man knowing the power and the privilege he has in a society and not using it, doesn’t make him the savor and the better and we as women have to thank him for not using what society give him for granted.

I am angry at saying not all men, as I see it now it is all men, it is all men those who prefer not to go through this conversation, those who don’t want to question their position and privileges, just because you didn’t hit a woman does not mean you are doing your part at stopping this daily femicide.