The strongest woman I know walks with confidence because she knows she is a queen.
A queen in a world full of many other queens.
She knows a queen never talks down on another because as women we have to uplift each other.
She is a creative masterpiece who loves people for their heart and not their book cover.
She loves her body because it is hers and unique.
Every piece of her is special because it’s the case to an inside so pure that no other soul can compare.
No soul is comparable to any other.
She is free, she is beautiful, she is clumsy, she is full of hope.
She is not perfect.
She admits that openly.
Because she knows perfection is a made up concept.
She is, she is, she is.
That woman is me…