Daughters of Eve — The Book of Justifications

Justify yourself.

Justify yourself — for your name.
Justify yourself — for your nationality.
Justify yourself — for your family name, for your patronymic, for your language.

Justify yourself — for beauty.
Justify yourself — for lack of beauty.
Justify yourself — for your body, for weight, for height, for wrinkles.
Justify yourself — for clothes, for hair, for tattoos, for your smile.

Justify yourself — for being young.
Justify yourself — for being old.
Justify yourself — for being healthy, and for being sick.

Justify yourself — for your family line.
For a rich family.
For a poor family.
For remembering your ancestors.
For forgetting your ancestors.

Justify yourself — for faith.
For believing.
For not believing.
For searching.
For doubting.

Justify yourself — for marriage.
For being married.
For not being married.
For divorce.
Justify yourself — for children.
For having them too early.
For having them too late.
For having too few.
For having too many.
For not having them at all.

Justify yourself — for your mind.
For reading.
For not reading.
For being educated.
For being “too smart.”

Justify yourself — for work.
For career.
For unemployment.
For success.
For poverty.
For business.
For failure.

Justify yourself — for leaving.
For staying.
For silence.
For speaking.
For officials.
For the state.
For war.
For peace.

Justify yourself — for sex.
For not having sex.
For sex with the wrong one.
For sex not at the right time.
For not wanting sex.
For wanting too much sex.

Justify yourself — for the way you looked.
For the way you didn’t look.
For smiling.
For not smiling.
For laughing too loud.
For crying too much.
For keeping quiet.
For shouting.

Justify yourself — for freedom.
For obedience.
For rebellion.
For calm.

Justify yourself — for what you are.
And for what you are not.

And what if we stop?

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