Running Up That Hill

THINGS WOMEN WERE TAUGHT TO TOLERATE THAT ARE ACTUALLY INSANE

I’m starting to think a shocking amount of what women call “being mature” is actually just chronic self abandonment with excellent communication skills.

Women were taught to tolerate things that would sound completely absurd if we said them plainly out loud.

Things like:

being the emotional regulator for everyone in the room
apologizing before speaking
shrinking ourselves so other people don’t feel threatened
staying “pleasant” while actively being disrespected
carrying invisible labor while pretending it’s effortless
being called difficult the second we stop over accommodating

And somehow we were told this was grace.
Or patience.
Or kindness.
Or being “the bigger person.”

No. Sometimes it was just survival.

Because women learn early that being liked often feels safer than being honest.

So we laugh things off.
We over explain.
We stay soft in spaces that handle us roughly.
We tolerate little comments, dismissive tones, emotional inconsistency, and the slow erosion of ourselves because we’ve been taught discomfort is just part of womanhood.

And then one day something shifts.

You get tired.
Not dramatic tired.
Not “I need a nap” tired.

Soul tired.

Tired of translating your pain into something more digestible for people who benefit from you staying quiet.

And once that switch flips?
You start noticing how many systems reward women for silence and call it strength.

Suddenly the things you used to tolerate start feeling absolutely insane.

Like why were women taught to call anxiety “being considerate”?

Why were we taught that setting boundaries required a 14 paragraph explanation and a formal apology?

Why did we normalize carrying entire relationships emotionally while someone else contributed vibes and occasional confusion?

I think a lot of women are waking up right now.
Not into anger exactly.
Into awareness.

And awareness changes everything.

Because once a woman realizes she does not have to disappear to be loved… the whole game changes.

Song Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to this music. Music belongs to the respective artist and copyright owner. Used for creative expression and storytelling purposes only. However… I highly recommend listening to this while reading because I genuinely think it may unlock a level of existential awareness and feminine rage previously unavailable to the human experience. 😉

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Running Up That Hill