I am Indian and a third generation immigrant. My mother told me this story. When I was first born and my mother had bought me home she was absolutely content that her second born girl was healthy and happy. As is customary the family began calling my mother to see how she was after the birth, however when her auntie called her their conversation went like this:
Mother’s auntie: Did you have a boy or a girl?
My mother: A baby girl.
Mother’s auntie: Don’t worry, next time you will have a boy.
Even when I think about it 21 years later it angers me. By rules of my culture I was not a worthy child because I was not a boy, I was not to be celebrated in the same manner. I feel this story perfectly displays cultural sexism and how deep it remains. The old ideals that boys carry on the family name and girls just cost money and must be married off seems to run so deep.
Lucky for me, my mother reminds me that I am a blessing and she does not treat me any differently than my younger brother.
But according to my auntie it’s my fault I was born female.
Born female and proud of it!