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A seed, a pot, and a few water droplets—seeds grow by adapting to their surroundings. Whether buried deep in the ground or placed in a pot, a seed won’t sprout unless it’s given space—a chance to breathe, to learn, to flourish. But I’m not just talking about a seed.
Every day, we grow. Yet, we leave behind parts of ourselves that could help us become more—more "me," a little wild, a little sweet, a little bitter, a little "she"—who dares to show herself.
Silencing Women: The Fear of Expression
Society has long tolerated women less than men, frequently diminishing their voices and emotions. From childhood, we are conditioned to suppress our expressions:
🔸 “She’s too emotional.”
🔸 “Oh, she’s a girl; of course, she’ll cry.”
🔸 “Stop being so dramatic.”
🔸 “Are you a girl? Why are you crying?”
These words aren’t just remarks; they’re shackles, binding women to the idea that their emotions are excessive, unnecessary, or even shameful. We are born with the ability to express—not just through words but through our entire being. Yet, we are forced to wear masks, let our tears evaporate, and silence our pain.
When Did Expression Become an Exaggeration?
How often do we see a woman belittled in her own family, struggling to stand up for herself?
How often does a woman endure abuse yet still hesitate to speak up?
How often does a woman grieve, only to be told, “Don’t overdo it. Move on”?
If we are progressing as a society, why are we still stuck in a phase where shame is attached to self-expression?
A woman who speaks up is called a talker.
A woman who loves openly is called shameless.
A woman who cries is called weak.
A woman who shows her anger is labeled crazy.
Why is it always like this? Why aren’t we allowed to express ourselves?
Breaking the Silence: The Courage to Show Pain
The movie Secret Superstar beautifully portrays the perspective of a mother in an abusive marriage, struggling to escape and build a better future for her children. One particularly powerful scene captures the mother’s emotional turmoil when her daughter brings her divorce papers. Through angry tears and a voice trembling with rage, she finally speaks:
She was never allowed to choose whom she wanted to marry.
She was forced to smile through her suffering.
She endured physical and emotional abuse in silence.
She was brave to suppress it all. But bravery isn’t about enduring pain in silence.
Bravery is also about showing your scars.
Bravery is about saying, "I am hurting, and I will not pretend otherwise."
Bravery is about owning your emotions instead of being shamed for them.
Women are expected to carry pain with grace, to endure without complaint, and to be strong by swallowing their words. But real strength is found in expression—in letting the world see the storm raging inside.
The Invisible Cage: When Women Aren’t Allowed to Speak
Emotions. Thoughts. Ideas. Women are expected to keep them locked away, revealing them only when asked.
🔹 Her opinions aren’t even sought when deciding whom she should marry.
🔹 Her thoughts are dismissed simply because they come from a woman.
🔹 Her desire to be part of a discussion is met with, “Stay out of this.”
We rarely question this silence until it happens to us. Until we realize that expression is power—power that has been stolen, manipulated, and twisted into a tool of control.
Expression is a right, a freedom, and a necessity. But when society molds it into a way to suppress women, it loses its meaning.
The Strength in Vulnerability
Women are natural nurturers, always taking care of others. But when it comes to themselves, they are often neglected.
When women aren’t allowed to show how much they’re going through, the pain doesn’t disappear—it festers. It grows.
A soul seeks to live through the given body and mind,
But the silly she-soul doesn’t realize—
Realize how she exists in a box, with strings attached
To the fingertips of those above.
“Above? Who?” asked the silly soul.
I only laughed.
Expression is not a weakness. It is survival.
A One-Woman Riot: The Call to Be Heard
We live in a world that tells women to shrink themselves, to be quieter, to be less. But the truth is, we are not meant to be caged. We are not meant to stay silent.
"I can't keep quiet, no, no, no… A one-woman riot." – Quiet by MILCK
The time for silence is over. It’s time to own our voices, our emotions, and our truths—without apology.