I’ve been thinking and reading a lot about the power of women’s anger lately. And I’ve been trying harder to name it when I’m angry—to embrace it—to count myself as fully human and fully capable of a broad range of emotions. We have been told anger is destructive and we should therefore not feel it—we should cover it up in words like sadness and heartbreak and fear. If we must feel it, we must turn it inwards and destroy ourselves.
“A society that does not respect women's anger is one that does not respect women; not as human beings, thinkers, knowers, active participants, or citizens.” ― Soraya Chemaly
But I’m here to tell you that it IS destructive and that’s exactly why you should let yourself feel it. Why? Because while I believe wholeheartedly in kindness, I also believe that there are things that need to be destroyed: the patriarchy, white supremacy, the prison industrial complex, the narrow range of emotions we let men feel. Racism and sexism and homophobia and transphobia and fatphobia and the wellness industry that tells women they must shrink themselves to fit here. Human trafficking and police brutality and our collective ignorance to the plight of the oppressed. I want to destroy these things. I need to be angry about them to do that.
So when you feel rage, name it. Give it power. Let it fuel you. Change the whole damn world.