“The Rainbow of Many Women: Letters to the Ones Becoming”

—crafted in seven intimate letters, each honoring a different shade of womanhood.

To every woman reading this—

There are seasons we don’t talk about.

Emotions that don’t fit into hashtags.

Paths we walk alone.

This is for you—

The woman who’s breaking, healing, hiding, rising.

Who doesn’t always have the words.

Who sometimes wonders if she’s the only one feeling this way.

The Rainbow of Many Women is a collection of letters.

Seven shades. Seven stages.

Seven ways of saying “You’re not alone.”

If you find yourself in any of these colors,

may you find your voice… and your way.

1. RED

To the woman whose passion has been mixed with pain

When he clutches his fist

Tightly,

His mood changing

His breath suddenly increasing

in tempo,

His countenance sliding with rage

All I can see is red

Spitting red.

Dear Woman,

Some fall in love with people.

Others fall in love with promises—the fairytales, the soft beginnings, the sweet “I'll never hurt you.”

But then comes the silence. The stares. The fear that comes when the person who once held you now becomes the reason you flinch.

People will tell you it’s not so bad. That you’ll heal. That it’s part of love.

But losing yourself to survive someone else’s love is not love.

Red is for the woman who has tried to hold it all together.

Who’s been told to stay.

Who’s been blamed for bleeding.

You don’t need permission to leave.

You don’t need a bruise to justify your pain.

To the woman hiding behind “I’m fine”—

We see you.

And love should never come at the cost of your safety.

2. ORANGE

To the woman who did the unthinkable just to breathe again

I keep fighting myself back on stage

The sacred place where the magic is supposed to happen

And my dreams are meant to unfold

But the stories remain the same.

Dear Woman,

They told you to stay in line.

To follow the rules.

To do it “right.”

But what if right didn’t work?

What if obedience only brought more chains?

Orange is for the woman who stopped performing.

Who rebelled—not out of anger, but survival.

Who walked away from expectations and timelines and the life someone else scripted for her.

You didn’t lose yourself.

You left what was never yours to begin with.

This is your color.

Bright. Bold. Blazing.

Keep walking.

You’re not lost.

You’re freeing.

3. YELLOW

To the woman smiling through her own fog

Somehow, when the clock ticks—minute after minute

I feel invisible grits in between my teeth

Like thick clouds hovering around my clear skies

I'm in a bubble rolling to an unknown destination.

Dear Woman,

You laugh. You glow.

But no one sees the weight behind your smile.

You belong to the in-between. The fog.

The space where you ask,

“Am I enough?”

“Is this what I want—or what was chosen for me?”

Yellow is for the woman caught in what ifs.

What if I rise?

What if I fail?

What if I disappoint the world… or myself?

You’re not broken. You’re evolving.

Doubt is not your enemy—it’s a sign that you’re on the edge of something new.

Let the world wait.

You’re allowed to figure it out.

4. GREEN

To the woman growing quietly, even in loneliness

First, my breasts were said to be a sign of vulnerability,

tenderness,

and a prophetic way of saying

“You'll die in battle.”

Then my hips were said to be a sign of weakness—

that the mass of tissue lacked strength

because my counterparts had muscles.

Dear Woman,

You’ve endured.

Silently.

Bravely.

Alone.

They mocked your softness.

They called it weakness.

But it takes a different kind of strength to grow in soil that was never meant for you.

Green is for the woman building herself in the shadows.

The woman who questions everything—yet still chooses to rise.

The woman becoming a monument without needing a crowd.

You are not weak.

You are not lost.

You are becoming.

5. BLUE

To the woman who carries grief the world cannot hold

I can never mourn enough.

Those days—

As I watched you lose strength,

when only your eyes could do the talking

and I begged to let each moment last longer.

Dear Woman,

There is no pain like the one you’ve felt.

No silence like the one you sleep in.

No goodbye like the one you never wanted to say.

Blue is for the woman who’s lost a child.

Who’s been told to be strong.

Who’s been offered clichés instead of comfort.

Some wounds never close.

And that’s okay.

Your grief is real.

Your mourning is sacred.

You don’t have to move on.

You just have to move with it.

And if peace ever finds you, may it come gently—like your child’s memory in the wind.

6. INDIGO

To the woman searching for herself in a world that told her who to be

Then I asked myself,

To live or make a living worthwhile

To exist or feel you exist

To take charge of a life you never chose

or to be a felon of that life.

Dear Woman,

You are not lost.

You are searching.

And that makes all the difference.

Indigo is for the woman in transition.

Who no longer wants to just exist.

Who is tired of choices shaped by guilt, fear, and culture.

You are questioning everything.

And that’s not weakness—it’s the beginning of becoming.

You may lose friends.

Unlearn truths.

Walk away from things you once held sacred.

But in return, you’ll find you.

You are not a felon in your own life.

You are the rightful owner.

Take it back.

7. VIOLET

To the woman who is finally free

 I fear that I’ll walk alone

On the path they say “it’s not meant for me”

I fear that I’ll be spat on

By my friends

And the ones I love

Dear Woman,

You’ve broken through.

You’re no longer apologizing for who you are.

You’re shaking tables.

You’re rewriting myths.

You’re disrupting every system that told you to shrink.

Violet is your liberation.

Your softness and strength.

Your becoming and being.

Yes, they may reject you.

Yes, they may not understand.

But this world was never ready for your fullness.

Live anyway.

You are the future.

And the world is already shifting because you dared to arrive.

This is The Rainbow of Many Women—

A love letter to every woman navigating grief, doubt, loneliness, rebellion, and rebirth.

You don’t have to wear every color at once.

But if you find yourself in one,

Know this:

You are seen.

You are worthy.

You are not alone.