WOMANHOOD IS NOT A COSTUME AND I WILL NOT BOW

WOMANHOOD IS NOT A COSTUME AND I WILL NOT BOW By Councillor Lisa Robinson Let me say this as clearly as I can: I know what a woman is. And I will not lie about it. Not for applause. Not for politics. Not for anyone. Because this world has gone mad — Not by accident, but by design. They’re not just erasing definitions. They’re erasing us. They say a man can be a woman — No effort. No sacrifice. No truth. Just a statement… and suddenly, he belongs in our change rooms, our sports, our shelters, our prisons. He can win our medals, steal our scholarships, knock our daughters out cold in the ring — and be called brave. And if we dare speak up? We’re silenced. Fined. Fired. Dragged through the mud by the very institutions that once claimed to protect us. Well, not me. I was not elected to play pretend. I was not elected to obey a delusion. I was elected to lead. And I will lead with truth — even if I’m the last one left saying it. Because womanhood is not a costume. It is not a feeling. It is not a slogan on a rainbow sticker. It is flesh and blood. It is sacrifice. It is sacred. And it is ours. They call it inclusion. But who exactly are we including — and at whose expense? When a teenage girl trains for years, only to be beaten by a man in a skirt — is that inclusion? When a female inmate is locked in a cell with a man who calls himself “she” — is that progress? When girls on rugby fields are knocked breathless by men with every physical advantage — is that compassion? No. It is betrayal. A betrayal of women. A betrayal of truth. A betrayal of every mother, daughter, and sister who fought to be seen, heard, and respected. And here’s what makes it worse: Politicians like me? We don’t have to live with these policies. We don’t share bathrooms with the opposite sex. We don’t lose our scholarships to men. We don’t get our faces bloodied in a cage and called equal. We just vote. Then walk out the back door — untouched by the chaos we create. I will not be that kind of leader. Because I believe in boundaries. I believe in women’s rights. And I believe that lying to protect feelings while destroying reality isn’t kindness — it’s cowardice. So yes — I will say what others won’t. A woman is a woman. An adult female with XX chromosomes A man is a man. With XY Chromosomes And no law, no label, and no amount of lipstick will ever change that. We are not interchangeable. We are not props in someone else’s identity crisis. We are not placeholders for men who want a new costume. We are women. And we are not going away. Let me speak now to the women listening — The ones afraid to speak, scared to be called names, but who know in their bones: this is wrong. You are not crazy. You are not alone. And you are not the problem. You are the front line. The defenders of reality. The torchbearers your grandmothers once were. We are the daughters of iron. The mothers of nations. The keepers of truth. And we do not bow. Not to mob pressure. Not to fake science. Not to cowards in suits who traded courage for comfort. When the history books are written, I want it said: That we stood. That we told the truth. That we would not betray our daughters to win favour with liars. Let them sanction me. Let them slander me. Let them try to silence me. I will still be here — With truth in my spine, Fire in my voice, And every woman before me standing behind my words. This is our moment. This is the line. And we will not step back. Not now. Not ever. Councillor Lisa Robinson The People’s Councillor Strength Does Not Lie In The Absence Of Truth, But In The Courage To Face It Head On And Rise Above It – Lisa Robinson 2023