There she is... the “too much” woman. The one who loves too hard, feels too deeply, asks too often, desires too much.
There she is taking up too much space, with her laughter, her curves, her honesty, her sexuality. Her presence is as tall as a tree, as wide as a mountain. Her energy occupies every crevice of the room. Taking up too much space.
There she is causing a ruckus with her persistent wanting, always too much wanting. She desires a lot, wants everything — too much happiness, too much alone time, too much pleasure. She’ll go through brimstone, murky river, and hellfire to get it. She’ll risk all to satisfy the longings of her heart and body. This is what makes her dangerous.
And there she goes, that “too much” woman, making people think too much, feel too much, swoon too much. She with her authentic prose and a self-assuredness in the way she carries herself. She with her belly laughs, her insatiable appetite and her fiery passion. All eyes on her, unable to look away.
Oh, that “too much” woman... too loud, too vibrant, too honest, too emotional, too smart, too intense, too pretty, too difficult, too sensitive, too wild, too intimidating, too successful, too strong, too political, too joyous, too needy — just too much.
She should simmer down a bit, be taken down a couple notches. Someone should put her back in a more respectable place. Someone should tell her.
Here I am... the Too Much Woman, with my too-tender heart and my too-much emotions.
A hedonist, feminist, pleasure seeker, an empath. I want a lot — justice, sincerity, compassion, honesty, intimacy, respect, to be seen, heard, and understood, I want your undivided attention, and all of your promises to be kept.
I’ve been called high maintenance because I know what I want, and intimidating because of the space I occupy. I’ve been called loud and obnoxious because I speak up. I’ve been called a bitch because I advocate for myself.
And still... I rise. I want and feel and ask and risk and take up space.
I will. I must.
Us Too Much Women have been facing extermination for centuries. They were never burning witches at the stake. They lit women they couldn't control on fire.
They are so afraid of her, terrified of her very presence, of the way she commands respect and wields the truth with her feelings. They’ve been trying to stifle the Too Much Woman for eons — in our sisters, in our wives, in our daughters. And even now, even today, we shame the Too Much Woman for her bigness, for her wanting, for her passionate nature.
And still... she thrives.
If you’ve ever been called “too much,” or “overly emotional,” or “bitchy,” or “loud and obnoxious,” you are likely a Too Much Woman.
And if you are... I implore you to embrace all that you are — all of your depth, your strength; to not hold yourself in, and to never abandon yourself.
Your too much-ness is a gift; Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. It's a gift that can heal, liberate, and cut straight to the heart of things. You can change the world.
Make waves, fan the flames, and don’t let anything or anyone stand in your way.
Remember... We are the granddaughters of the witches they couldn't burn.
