An Open Letter to my Sister-in-Law, the Bride-To-Be

I don't know if I should speak of your dual standards, or talk about your misguided approach.
I don't know if I should comment on what you dream for, or how you've been trying to make the exact opposite a reality for me.
As you sit down with your wedding dress catalogue in your hands, I can picture myself from three years ago.
As you laugh away with your friends who tease you as they question about your groom, I remember my moments in your place.
As you shop away for your big day, I reminisce my time before my marriage.
As you sit all dolled up in front of your mirror day dreaming about the time to come, I recall all the dreams I had...the dreams you killed.
Yes! The dreams you literally slaughtered, from my first step in your house.
The woman who calls her a feminist before the world, shunned those beliefs when it came to me.
The woman who demands termination of bigotry and misogynism from the face of the earth, used each one of discriminatory approaches for me.
The woman who spoke up for women to reevaluate their treatment with their daughter-in-laws, supported her mother in injustice with me.
All your beliefs, your opinions and your criticism lies in the approach to turn down what harms you. But when it comes to another, all those have no standing for you.
As you walk out of this house, I picture how my mother blessed me as I did.
As you share the backseat with your husband, I remember the moment I did with your brother.
That moment in which a girl realises how her world is all about to change, and we all hope it changes for the better.
I had you to welcome me with a lash at my dreams, I wonder what you would feel if you faced the same.
Not that I hope it happens so, because my feminism isn't biased. What I speak, what I believe, is for all without any exceptions.