26/10/2025
Every October, she’s dragged back into the spotlight.
The classic “Halloween witch.”
Green skin. Tangled hair. Crooked teeth.
A body so distorted it looks inhuman.
People laugh her off as a silly Halloween caricature. A spooky bit of fun.
I don’t see it that way.
“Witches” were women
taken in the dead of night.
Hidden away in dungeons,
interrogated under torture
until they confessed to anything
that would buy them one more breath.
No one saw the terrified, ordinary woman
before she was shattered.
The public only met the aftermath
as she was condemned and paraded to her death.
Bruised skin turning a sickly green.
Teeth cracked and missing from beatings.
Hair ripped out in handfuls.
Humanity beaten out of visible range.
All that remained was a “monster”
to somehow justify the cruelty.
And here’s the part that cuts the deepest:
women were forced to betray women.
Threatened into accusing friends & sisters to survive.
A system designed to turn sisterhood into suspicion, trust into danger, female power into a crime.
From that era, our lineage learned:
It is not safe to be fully ourselves.
Shrink.
Stay small.
Don’t stand out.
Don’t speak too loudly.
Don’t be too wise, too intuitive, too powerful.
Those beliefs didn’t disappear.
They buried themselves in our nervous systems.
They became inherited patterns
of silence, comparison, self-sabotage, and fear.
This is why the work I do matters.
Because we are still unlearning centuries
of oppression that taught women
to fear their own voices,
their own magic,
and each other.
I look at the Halloween witch
and I don’t see a villain.
I see every woman
whose strength was twisted into shame.
I see the courage of those who didn’t survive
so we could.
I honor her.
I learn from her.
I break the patterns for her.
Every year, she ignites a fire in me
to help women reclaim
what was stolen:
self-trust, connection, power, sisterhood, truth. 🖤
