Faith, Feminism, and the Fear of Being Misunderstood

It is not as simple as people make it sound.

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I grew up in a faith that taught me to pray before I spoke, submit before I questioned, and forgive before I even felt the hurt. A lot of what we learn about womanhood comes wrapped in obedience. The “Proverbs 31 woman” wasn’t just scripture; it was the ultimate standard. A good woman was respectful, prayerful, useful, and above all, not too difficult.

And of course, as a child or teenager, you don’t question it immediately. Most of us do not. We really just grow into them. It is only later that you start to look at them closely.

I cannot even point to one moment. It just stopped sitting right at some point. I started noticing how often women were praised for enduring things that should never have been normal in the first place. I started asking why so much of what we called virtue seemed to require women to shrink. Why being a “good woman” so often meant being quiet, patient, and endlessly accommodating.

Work made those questions harder to ignore. I have sat in rooms where everyone agreed that women mattered, but once it was time to commit resources or make hard choices, the urgency changed. I have seen how easily women’s needs are acknowledged in theory and pushed aside in practice. After seeing that enough times, it becomes harder to take nice words at face value.

I have had this in my drafts since September 2025. I listened to a sermon recently, and it brought me back to it. The message itself was balanced. It spoke about dignity, mutual honour, and responsibility. It was not careless. But there was a part where he said a Christian does not need feminism because the faith already provides everything needed for justice and equality.

I understood what he meant. But this is where I keep getting stuck.

On one hand, there is the belief that faith already contains everything needed for dignity, so there is no need for another label. On the other hand, it is hard to ignore that if that were consistently true in practice, we would not still be having conversations about women being overlooked, silenced or made to carry more than they should.

And then there is the question of labels. Some people see them as unnecessary. Others see them as a way of naming what they are actually committed to. Not a replacement for faith, but an expression of it.

None of it is as simple as it sounds. The more clearly I speak about women and our lived realities, the more some people assume I must have moved away from faith. And once you still speak openly about God, prayer, and belief, some people assume your feminism must be weak, selective, or compromised.

So you end up being misunderstood from both directions.

A lot of people hear feminism and immediately think of internet arguments or women just trying to be stubborn. For me, it is the refusal to accept that women should endure more and ask for less. It is asking why a woman’s pain is so easily normalised, why her labour is taken for granted, and why she is praised for surviving trauma instead of being protected from it. It is paying attention to how women actually live and refusing to pretend that everything is fine when it clearly isn’t.

And once you start paying attention, you start seeing things you cannot unsee. You notice how often women are expected to adjust, manage, and keep things together. And tbh, that is when you start asking questions you were never encouraged to ask.

Being honest about women’s lives also made me more aware of how religion can be used in ways that make things harder for women. Not always loudly. Not always intentionally. But often enough to matter.

I grew up hearing Ephesians 5:22, “Wives, submit yourselves.” That part was repeated often. What I heard far less was “submit to one another,” or verse 25, instructing husbands to love sacrificially. The loudest message to women was always submission.

I don’t even have a problem with the Proverbs 31 woman. I can be that. But then it cannot stop there. The same Bible that holds women to that standard also describes a *Job 29* kind of man, someone who shows up with justice, protects people, and actually uses his position well. We just don’t talk about that side with the same energy.

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And it is not always from the pulpit. Sometimes it is advice. Sometimes it is a correction. Sometimes it is older women speaking from what they were taught: “My daughter, just endure.” “Don’t be too sharp.” “A wise woman builds her home.” But the burden of keeping that peace almost always falls on the woman, even when she is the one being hurt.

Feminism gave me language for things I had been feeling for a while but could not fully name.

Why is humility demanded more from women? Why is suffering so easily dressed up as virtue? Why is honesty from women treated as rebellion so quickly?

Those are not extreme questions. They are honest ones. And asking them did not take me away from faith. If anything, it made my faith more real.

Faith still matters to me deeply. There are days when the work is too heavy, the systems are too broken, and prayer is the only place I can show up without needing to be polished, strong, or perfectly articulate. I don’t need a strategy there. I can just come as I am.

So this has never been about choosing a side. It has been about questioning, believing, and refusing to pretend things are simpler than they are.

What gets exhausting is not holding both faith and feminism. It is having to keep explaining yourself to people who think one must cancel the other. You start adjusting your tone or trying to sound acceptable to different audiences.

After a while, you get tired of translating yourself.

But this is the reality I know. I care deeply about women and the realities we live with. And I still pray. One does not cancel the other.

I know what I have seen. I know women deserve more than survival dressed up as virtue. And I know my faith still grounds me, even as I refuse to ignore how it is sometimes used.

I think more women live in this exact tension than we are willing to admit out loud. Women who still believe, but are tired of their belief being used to keep them small.

I do not think faith and feminism have to cancel each other out. At their best, both push me toward dignity, honesty, and a clearer sense of what women deserve. When I pray, I ask for courage. When I act, I try to live that prayer.

Maybe the real work is not trying to choose between faith and the truth about women’s lives, but learning to live honestly with both.

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