Being a Woman Is a Lot of Audacity From the Universe
A Realm Report No One Asked For…
Every morning in the Realm, One Bad Maa wakes up and checks the internal dashboard.
Energy: ???
Emotions: feral but functional
Body: running an unscheduled update
Patience: missing
Responsibilities: still fully operational
No warnings.
No patch notes.
Still expected to perform.
This, apparently, is womanhood.
The Realm Is Loud Before Breakfast
Before the sun even clears the smoke, the Realm is already awake.
Not because anyone chose it , but because everything requires attention at once.
Rebel is tightening bolts, already moving like the day owes her something.
Lawless is upside down on a couch she does not own, asking what time it is and whether consequences are real today.
Rage is pacing, vibrating, arguing with the concept of “calm.”
Vex is mid-spell, adjusting reality because something feels off.
Meany is eating. Again. No regrets.
And One Bad Maa stands there like:
Ah yes. All of me is online.
Womanhood Is Running Six Systems at Once
This is the part nobody explains.
Being a woman isn’t one experience.
It’s simultaneous processes.
You’re:
- regulating emotions
- managing a body with opinions
- anticipating everyone else’s needs
- remembering things no one else does
- still expected to look normal doing it
Rebel calls it discipline.
Rage calls it bullshit.
Vex calls it advanced magic.
Lawless calls it optional.
Meany calls it survival.
They’re all right.
Your Body Is Doing Side Quests Without Asking
One minute everything is fine.
Next minute your hormones choose violence.
Suddenly:
- you’re starving but nothing sounds good
- you’re tired but wired
- you’re emotional but logical
- you want silence and stimulation simultaneously
Vex flips through the spellbook like,
“Yeah no, this is a full moon thing. Or stress. Or literally nothing.”
Rage wants to punch the sun.
Lawless suggests a drink.
Rebel sighs and keeps working.
Womanhood doesn’t pause the day because your system is recalibrating.
So you adapt.
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Outsiders Think You’re Dramatic
Outsiders see the output.
They don’t see:
- the internal negotiations
- the restraint
- the self-talk
- the decision to not burn everything down
They see you functioning and assume it’s easy.
Lawless laughs at them.
Rage wants to correct them loudly.
Rebel ignores them.
Vex files it under irrelevant input.
Meany steals their snacks.
Anger, Softness, Competence — All at Once
Here’s the absurd part.
You can be:
- deeply tired
- quietly sad
- irrationally annoyed
- wildly capable
all at the same time.
Womanhood doesn’t offer clean emotional lanes.
It offers overlap.
Rage burns.
Rebel holds.
Vex reframes.
Lawless refuses to apologize.
Meany keeps you alive.
And One Bad Maa lets them all exist, because removing one would collapse the whole damn system.
There Is No “Right” Way to Be a Woman Here
The Realm doesn’t reward:
- softness alone
- strength alone
- calm alone
- chaos alone
It rewards adaptation.
Some days you’re gentle.
Some days you’re dangerous.
Some days you’re barely holding it together but still getting shit done.
All of those count.
Anyone telling you otherwise hasn’t been paying attention.
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The Joke Is That You’re Still Standing
That’s the punchline.
After all of it:
- the hormonal circus
- the mental load
- the overstimulation
- the expectations
you’re still here.
Still building.
Still moving.
Still deciding what deserves your energy.
Rebel wipes grease off her hands.
Rage exhales instead of exploding.
Vex closes the spellbook.
Lawless stands up, eventually.
Meany finishes the last bite.
And One Bad Maa looks over the Realm and thinks:
This is ridiculous.
Anyway. Onward.
Final Entry From the Realm
Womanhood isn’t graceful.
It’s operational.
It’s carrying contradiction without collapsing.
It’s running chaos like a system.
It’s surviving the audacity of it all , daily.
And if that feels feral sometimes?
Good.
That means you’re doing it honestly.