Disgusted!

You know that feeling when something just hits you, not with sadness, but with this deep, visceral rejection? That's what I meant when I wrote, "disgust is louder than grief." It's not about being heartbroken; it's about being disgusted. I've often felt that grief can be passive, something you endure, but disgust? It feels active, almost like a primal scream, a refusal to accept what's happening. I remember seeing that powerful phrase, "I'm not heartbroken. I'm disgusted." somewhere, and it resonated so deeply with me. Heartbreak feels like a wound, but disgust feels like a protective barrier, a clear line drawn in the sand. It’s an ekspresi jijik – an expression of repulsion that surges through your entire being. For me, it often manifests as a tightening in my chest, a fire in my stomach, and a fierce clarity in my mind about what I absolutely cannot tolerate anymore. It’s not just a fleeting emotion; it’s a profound reaction to injustice, to disrespect, to the sheer audacity of unfairness. In the context of #misandry and #womensupportingwomen, this feeling of disgust becomes incredibly significant. It's not about hating men, but about rejecting systemic behaviors, attitudes, and structures that diminish women. When you see women being undermined, exploited, or silenced, that feeling isn't necessarily sadness for what's lost, but often a furious disgust at the persistence of such patterns. This shared feeling of repulsion can become a powerful unifier. When I talk with other women, and we share these experiences, there's a collective ekspresi jijik that binds us, transforming individual frustration into a collective drive for change. It’s in these moments that we truly embody #womensupportingwomen, recognizing the validity of each other's anger and disgust, and channeling it towards #womensempowerment. For me, writing #feministpoetry is a way to process this intense emotion. It's a form of #healing. Instead of letting disgust fester internally, I pour it onto the page. My #writingcommunity has been so crucial in this journey. They understand that these aren't just angry words; they're expressions of a desire for a better, more equitable world. Poetry allows me to articulate the nuances of this emotion, to explore its sources, and to find a constructive outlet. It’s a way to reclaim power from situations that would otherwise leave me feeling powerless. So, if you've ever felt that burning, righteous anger that goes beyond simple sadness, you're not alone. Embrace that disgust. Let it fuel your voice, your actions, your art. It’s a powerful indicator of your boundaries and your values. Don't shy away from it; let it be a catalyst for your own #poeticjustice and a path towards deeper #healing. It might just be the loudest, most transformative emotion you can experience.