You may want to start observing the number of times men declare that women saying noāis hate.Not submitting? Hate.Setting a boundary? Hate.Wal
You may want to start observing the number of times men declare that women saying noāis hate.
Not submitting? Hate.
Setting a boundary? Hate.
Walking away? Hate.
Choosing peace over performance? Hate.
Weāve been conditioned not to flinch when we hear it.
To let it slide.
To believe that our resistance to being used or overrun must come from a place of bitterness or cruelty.
But letās be honest:
This is not hate.
This is survival.
This is clarity.
This is self-trust in action.
āYouāre being hateful.ā
āYouāre bitter.ā
āYou must hate men.ā
āYouāre a man-hater.ā
āYou must be damaged.ā
These statements arenāt feedback.
Theyāre gaslighting.
Theyāre meant to bring women back into line.
To turn your ānoā into an apology.
To make your boundaries feel like violence.
š But start noticing:
How often are women called hateful just for protecting themselves?
How often are Survivors labeled āangryā for naming the harm they lived through?
How often is our clarity reframed as cruelty?
How often is our strength dismissed as spite?
We become used to it.
We stop noticing.
But that doesnāt serve us.
š Survivor Affirmation:
“They called her hateful for walking away from harm.
But her no was sacred.
Her boundary was medicine.
And her refusal was freedom.”
š£ To all women and girls reclaiming their voice:
You do not owe softness to those who call your self-respect an attack.
You are not wrong for saying no.
You are not hateful for not handing yourself over.
You are not cruel for protecting your spirit.
You are wise.
You are worthy.
And your no is holy.
š¬ Affirmations: My Boundaries Are Not Hate
My no is not hate. It is truth, and I trust it.
I am not cruel for refusing to betray myself.
It is not my job to make people comfortable with my boundaries.
I release the shame others try to place on my self-protection.
My refusal is not rejection of othersāit is acceptance of myself.
I donāt need to be soft to be safe. I donāt need to be silent to be wise.
I am allowed to protect my body, my time, my mind, and my joy.
If someone calls my clarity āhate,ā I see that as a reflection of their controlānot my character.
I do not exist to be agreeable. I exist to be whole.
My boundaries are sacred. They are my power, not my problem.