Bipolar Mum Journey

How many times have we heard it?

“She was aggressive.”

A line so worn out it might as well be tattooed on the ego of every man who’s ever felt intimidated by a woman who dared to speak up, stand tall, or simply exist without shrinking herself. But let’s be honest, aggressive? Really? Or is she just everything you wish you had the guts to be?

Because let’s decode what “aggressive” really means in these conversations. Nine times out of ten, it’s a man whining because a woman didn’t bat her lashes and giggle at his weak attempt at dominance. It’s not aggression, it’s assertiveness. Confidence. Power. And it scares the living hell out of men who don’t know what to do with a woman who won’t fold.

The truth? We’ve developed the balls many of them never grew. Figuratively, of course. But powerful, nonetheless. We speak back. We don’t “know our place” because that place is wherever the hell we decide to be. We’re raising kids, working jobs, defending homes, and walking through the world with our heads high because someone has to, and more often than not, that someone is us.

And let’s not mistake strength for coldness. Many strong women will happily submit.. yes, submit to a man who’s truly a man. Someone confident, grounded, secure enough to handle a woman who doesn’t rely on him to define her worth. But the catch? That kind of man is rare these days. Too many are still boys in grown-up clothes, rattled by female strength instead of rising to meet it.

We don’t want to wear both the armor and the crown, but we’ve had to. Not because we want to overshadow men, but because we can’t wait around for someone else to protect what we built. So no, we’re not aggressive. We’re protective. We’re assertive. We’re fierce because we have to be. Because little eyes are watching us, depending on us. Because lions don’t raise sheep.

So the next time you hear a man complain about a woman being “too much,” remember this: It’s not that she’s too much. It’s that he’s not enough.

And that’s not our problem to fix.