To the women who have been told they are too much or not enoughā€”this is for you.
For the girl who grew up watching mirrors like battlegrounds, measuring her worth by the size of her nose, the shade of her skin, the lines on her body. For the woman who was told beauty had rulesā€”rules she never seemed to fit. Too dark, too light. Too thin, too thick. Too loud, too quiet. Always too much or never enough.
But listen to me nowā€”you were never the problem. The world was simply too small to hold something as vast, as powerful, as breathtaking as you.
This is for the women with skin kissed by the deepest hues of the earth, for the women with silver in their hair, proof of battles fought and won. For the women with strong noses, full lips, small eyes, big hands, soft bellies, scarred kneesā€”every feature, every mark, a testament to life, to survival, to existence.
You were never meant to be palatable. You were meant to be seen, felt, remembered. You carry the weight of generations before you and the light of those who will come after. You are not just beautifulā€”you are history, poetry, revolution, all at once.
So today, on Women's Day, we don't celebrate perfection. We celebrate YOU. The real, the raw, the untamed. Because there is nothing stronger, nothing more breathtaking, than a woman who refuses to shrink.
You are enough. You are everything. You always were.
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HAPPY WOMENS DAY!
To the women who have been told they are too much or not enoughā€”this is for you.
For the girl who grew up watching mirrors like battlegrounds, measuring her worth by the size of her nose, the shade of her skin, the lines on her body. For the woman who was told beauty had rulesā€”rules she never seemed to fit. Too dark, too light. Too thin, too thick. Too loud, too quiet. Always too much or never enough.
But listen to me nowā€”you were never the problem. The world was simply too small to hold something as vast, as powerful, as breathtaking as you.
This is for the women with skin kissed by the deepest hues of the earth, for the women with silver in their hair, proof of battles fought and won. For the women with strong noses, full lips, small eyes, big hands, soft bellies, scarred kneesā€”every feature, every mark, a testament to life, to survival, to existence.
You were never meant to be palatable. You were meant to be seen, felt, remembered. You carry the weight of generations before you and the light of those who will come after. You are not just beautifulā€”you are history, poetry, revolution, all at once.
So today, on Women's Day, we don't celebrate perfection. We celebrate YOU. The real, the raw, the untamed. Because there is nothing stronger, nothing more breathtaking, than a woman who refuses to shrink.
You are enough. You are everything. You always were.
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