Dear Diary,
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. As it was said by William Congreve. Back in the 1600’s mind you. What does that even mean? Of course it was about a woman who was supposedly too emotional about feeling betrayed by a lover…as if that’s all a woman can be scorned by.
Let me tell you a little something…
I would need ten more pairs of hands, just to count the times a man has told me to smile more. As if smiling means anything. You don’t know me, don’t tell me to smile. I work hard, every damn day, so if I’m a little tired and don’t want to smile? Move along baby. If you smile at me, I’ll smile at you…maybe. But don’t you ever tell me what to do if you don’t add value to my life. Stranger…
I would need ten more pairs of hands, just to count the times a man has laughed at my pain. I stand there before you, crying over something that upsets me and all you can do is LAUGH. As if it’s weak to cry. News flash, I have more courage and strength than you to show my emotions like that. To wear my heart on my sleeve. You could NEVER! Imagine toxic masculinity dictating how you can feel…could absolutely never be me. And let me tell you, if I laughed in YOUR face when you cried, it would be a problem and I’d be the asshole.
I would need ten more pairs of hands, just to count the times a “father” figure has been allowed to tear me down. How dare you stand there and tell me I was never meant to be born. How dare you take credit for my successes. Not anymore, I am a GIFT and everything I ever achieved was off my own back, and I didn’t need you, or anybody else, for any of it.
I would need ten more pairs of hands, just to count the times I was told that natural makeup was better. Boy, you do you, and I’ll do me. If a girl wants to beat her face to the gods…let her do it. If a girl wants to wear NO makeup, let her do it. Does it hurt you? No? Okay move along thank you.
I would need ten more pairs of hands, just to count the times WE were told that sexual liberation made us slutty, or chastity or abstinence made us prude. Who even cares?! Let us live and be who we are…
So…hell hath no fury like a woman scorned? You’re damn right. And that isn’t said with mockery, I truly believe hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. We are powerful and allow ourselves to feel, to be liberated and free ourselves from the constraints you so desperately try to put onto us.
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