Virginity


 


   "As was told to us by Vivek, the virginity test ritual is to check whether the bride is a virgin or not. In the name of this ritual, the groom is given a white bedsheet to use while having sex with his just-married wife on the wedding night."

      The above statement gave me goosebumps, my reaction was; like really what on the earth??? 

     Not only this, many females are sent back to their homes or murdered just because they didn't bleed on their first marital night. Many females are questioned whether she is a virgin or not before marriage.

     Is this all they need?

   Is her character, kindness, humbleness, and everything is overcome by the small shit 'VIRGINITY'?

    I don't know where is our society heading wherein dumbass people judge a girl by her virginity. Is the breakage of hymen breakage of her life?

   There is no matter of remorse on losing virginity and no matter of being proud to be a virgin.

  So why are we frightened and think that virginity matters? Chill girl if your man loves you truly and understands then he will accept your cause losing Virginity is not a crime and hymen may break from other reasons too.

   (A message to my future man, if you ask about my virginity status and judge me based on that,  then darling....you'll lose me right there.)

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