Women Carry a Hidden Hunger

Women carry a hidden hunger, a force so vast it could remake the world, if only we dared to unleash it. Only, It doesn’t gnaw in the stomach; it thrums as anxiety, hums as stress, sharpens into the constant vigilance we’ve been taught to mistake for survival.

It takes root quietly, disguising itself, so that instead of reaching for what we need, we learn to name it something else: worry, neuroses, a personal failing. We’ve been trained to suppress it, to choke it back the way we’ve been taught to temper our appetite for food.

And yet, the hunger remains.

It is the hunger for an unleashing of our creative erotic force—the untapped

current of life itself.

To name it is an act of rebellion. To feel it fully is an act of reclamation. And to unleash it is to finally, undeniably, rise. Because this hunger is not just ours—it is the world’s, waiting for us to feed it, to let it burn through everything false and leave only what is true. And when we do, the world will never be the same.