Understanding Sylvia Plath

 Sylvia Plath is an American writer. She has written hundreds of poems and one novel. When I read "The Bell Jar," I could understand how she felt trapped inside it. Being a woman comes with limitations that suffocate us throughout life's journey. More than a poet, Sylvia Plath was a feminist writer.  

How do I relate to her? I thought this through and how she was tired of life and its turbulence; it is the same for me. Living as a woman is suffocating even as a 21st-century woman. Sure, there's more freedom and respect, but is it enough? The burden we bear physically and emotionally makes us feel biased and unjust. 

Her poem "Metaphors" described pregnancy and its negative aspects. Bringing a life into this world would be the most beautiful thing any woman could do. However, raising the child right and providing them physical and emotional comfort while being a mess is another level of frustration. And pregnancy is just a quarter of our problems as women. 

Sylvia wasn't some typical mentally ill woman whose overthinking killed her. Her life was more than just her mind. She craved freedom breaking the social standards people created. The inferiority that society gave us as women are frustrating as it is now but imagine being a 20th-century woman with this desire for freedom and acknowledgment. 

There's no wonder people declared her as a mad woman. I don't aspire to be another Sylvia Plath. I want to break the boundaries and inferiority that society created so I can save another Sylvia Plath from giving up on life. There are still many versions of Sylvia Plath out there, ready to kill themselves because patriarchy is a living hell. 

If there's even a slight chance of breaking these barriers as women, I know they will take it, and I know Sylvia Plath would have taken it too. Let me remind you, I am not a feminist; I'm just a woman suffocating by the limitations society created for us.