Something I have found intrinsic to the experience of being socialized as a girl and woman, specifically when you’re a person of color as well, is the ever-present rage we carry inside of us. Everything we do– work, study, run, dance, share a meal with a friend, hold a heating pad to our lower stomachs, fall in love, get sick, cry, rest– is guided by a layer of anger running underneath the experience. I believe I have been angry every day of my life. When one’s body holds pain as an instinct (menstruation, hormonal changes, childbirth), when one’s body is politicized as well as invalidated in that pain, there is no option other than to be guided by a quiet, fueling rage. This rage allows you to remember your worth outside of that assigned to you by capitalism, white supremacy, and patriarchy. Audre Lorde acknowledges the ways in which the invalidation and violence from society has fueled a fierce anger in which women of color have grown up: “Women of Color in America have grown up within a symphony of anger at being silenced, at being unchosen, at knowing that when we survive, it is in spite of a world that takes for granted our lack of humanness, and which hates our very existence outside of its service.” (Uses of Anger, 7-8) It is constant, and not only is it a response, but a method of survival.