The ‘Divine Feminine’ Isn’t Always Soft: Why Rage, Boundaries & Silence Are Sacred Too
We’ve been sold a lie wrapped in moonlight and flower petals. The “Divine Feminine,” we’re told, is gentle. She is nurturing. Soft-spoken. Graceful. She is in flow. She receives. She forgives endlessly. She doesn’t raise her voice. She doesn’t take up space. She definitely doesn’t rage.
But here’s the truth no one wants to say out loud:
The Divine Feminine has teeth. She bleeds. She roars. She walks away without explanation.
And she is no less divine for it.
This Isn’t the Feminine They Show You on Instagram
You see her in every aesthetic post—the white dress, the soft gaze, the open heart chakra… But what you don’t see is the feminine energy that throws plates, slams doors, and says “Enough. I will not mother your wounded masculine one more day.”
You don’t see the part of her that sits in silence after setting fire to a false version of herself, the one who mourns the girl who tolerated too much and smiles at the woman who won’t anymore.
I Was the Good Girl—Until It Almost Killed Me
For most of my life, I tried to be the kind of “divine feminine” the world applauds.
The peaceful one. The agreeable one. The polite one. Even when I was in pain. Even when I was exhausted. Even when my boundaries were trampled and my body was screaming. I wore grace like armor. I bit my tongue until it bled. I smiled while my soul was burning… Because that’s what I thought being “spiritual” meant.
To be kind. To be accommodating. To make everyone else comfortable—even if it meant dying a little every day.
Until I cracked.
Until the severe and painful eczema on my hands returned. Until my hair fell out again. Until I realized I was never created to be a doormat wrapped in divine rhetoric.
The Sacred Rage of the Feminine
Let’s be clear: feminine energy isn’t synonymous with passivity. The same energy that births life will also bury what no longer serves it.
The goddess doesn’t just nurture—she destroys. She is Kali. She is Lilith. She is the Black Madonna. She is Oya, the wind before the storm.
Sacred rage is not destructive by nature… It’s cleansing. It’s the kind of fire that burns through illusion and burns for truth.
It was rage that saved me.
Not rage that harmed others—but rage that finally honoured myself.
Rage that said:
“I don’t owe you softness when you give me harm.” “My ‘no’ is holy.” “I don’t have to explain my boundaries to be worthy of keeping them.”
Silence: The Weapon of the Wise
Sometimes your most powerful move is no move at all. There is sacredness in choosing silence—not as suppression, but as sovereignty. When you no longer explain your worth. When you walk away from tables where your spirit has been dissected too many times. When you protect your energy like a temple because you’ve learned what it costs to leave the door wide open. Silence isn’t weakness. It’s wisdom.
It’s knowing when words won’t do justice, but distance will.
Redefining the Feminine Within
To the women who’ve been told they’re “too much”: Your intensity is not a flaw—it’s a frequency.
To the ones who’ve been made to feel like rage invalidates their spirituality: Your fire is divine. It is a prayer that doesn’t need words.
And to the ones who’ve chosen solitude, silence, and space: You are not cold. You are conserving the sacred.
The Divine Feminine isn’t always soft.
Sometimes, she’s silent. Sometimes, she’s furious. Sometimes, she walks away and never returns.
And every version of her is holy.
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