09/14/2025
The paradoxical paradigm
A paradigm where a woman is more afraid of a man than a bear.
A paradigm where women are encouraged to breathe in authenticity and be strong in using their voices, until they do.
The paradigm of men hiding behind the “she’s crazy” narrative to hide their own insidious truths.
We shush her, silence her, tell her to wear a smile instead of her pain, hand her a tissue and tell her to clean herself up; she’s made to be small because she shouldn’t be too much; the shrunken woman treated as fragile, insecure, weak, and shamingly emotional.
Her light snuffed out, her shoulders weighted by her world, her heart broken and bruised, her burdens visibly heavy; she hears echoes of silence where help should land. She’s scrutinized for everything she is, and everything she is not; even at her best, she will never be enough, but a man barely reaching mediocrity is applauded and carried in reverence.
The paradoxical paradigm.
What she says, how she says it, when she says it; it’ll all be scrutinized through the squinty eyes of paradoxical programming.
What she wears, how she wears it, where she wears it; the soul within the garment flatlining in gross judgment; never seen.
Her weight carries more than her bones; it carries her worth in expectation, judgment, and burden.
The mockery of a woman’s external aesthetics is as common as taking a breath; while a man carrying inferior qualities wears God-like expectations as if it’s the breath he breathes, a mockery of its own.
Her beauty, her body, her color, her tone, her voice, and her choices are subjugated by invasive societal pressures, judgments, and expectations, never allowing the young girl to find truth within herself as she becomes a woman; her interior never valued nor seen.
A woman’s body—the violation of it inevitable—her sensuality treated as a commodity, a resource, an expectation; while the lustfully unstable and dysregulated acts of a man are overlooked and accepted as the “boys will be boys” chapter in history books; a shameful paradigm.
A label placed on a woman will be the label forever worn; the interchangeable labels on a man shrugged off, accepted, celebrated, and forgotten.
The paradoxical paradigm.
The woman devalued and undermined, yet expected to carry the table, while a man in lazy arrogance, carrying a wonky moral compass, exalted and revered.
The paradigm of shaming, blaming, silencing, and controlling the woman, conditioning and programming her to never allow inferiority to rise in a man; how dare she.
The mockery of a woman; a paradigm where mediocrity is great—if your gender is in accordance; a mockery of its own.
The paradigm is shifting.
She is rising.
~Cari
