The Lie of the “Too Much” Woman
You were never too much. We just became too little.
The idea that you were too loud, too bold, too free, too sexual, too full, too strong, too soft—too much—was a lie.
Our attempts to control you for our own needs backfired.
Our efforts to keep you in line, to manipulate you into being our possessions, exploded in our faces.
We tried to suppress the fire and force of the female spirit.
But that didn’t work. It only made the fire stronger.
You evolved to handle the pressure, adapted to the harsh environment we created for you.
Meanwhile, the masculine spirit grew lazy, resting on hollow victories—
Like a spoiled trust fund heir living off the riches our forefathers stole from grandmothers, mothers, and lovers.
We grew soft, and in doing so, we became too little for the “too much” woman.
We could no longer control you.
So we tried shaming you into submission.
We told you your essence was flawed, your body not good enough, your abilities limited.
We tied your worth to sex, to beauty, to us.
We tried to convince you that you had no value beyond men and family.
Once again, you threw off the shackles of our attempts to diminish you.
You found beauty in your bodies.
You found unity and love in your sisters.
You discovered your strength, your brilliance, your worth—all on your own.
And every step of the way, you were told it was wrong.
You were told it was too much.
Instead of standing in awe of the magnificent brilliance of the female spirit—its stunning ability to rise—we grew afraid.
It terrified us instead of inspiring us.
We tried to keep you small because we had become small.
We tried to keep you weak because we had forgotten what it meant to be full of fire ourselves.
We tried to own you without earning you because we stopped investing in our own worth.
We have become too little.
So, of course, everything feels like too much for us.
But you have evolved—into titans of heart, spirit, and fierce love.
We tremble at your might.
Some of us are waking up—slowly—to how we became too little.
For if we tempered ourselves, if we evolved to withstand the full force of the feminine spirit, we would finally see what it’s like to dance among the gods as equals.
So every time you were told you were too much, remember this:
You had evolved beyond the weak, cowardly culture that tried to hold you back.
Every time you question your worth, your body, your beauty, your strength, your place—remember, those doubts were planted in you by a system desperate to keep you in line.
And the fact that you stood up and stepped out is a testament to your magic.
Let the pages of that false story fall into the fire of your true form.
Let the heat and light blaze into the night as a signal to others: this is what “too much” can do.
I am sorry—for myself and the men I speak for—that we spent so much time chasing a false idea of value in our culture.
I am sorry we forgot to stop and see the gift of the “too much” women standing right in front of us.
I am sorry we became lazy in our own evolution and failed to grow into the “too much” men who could join you in mutual support and healing.
Cheers to the “too much” woman.
May you continue to be so.
Take pride in all your muchness.
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