We are beautiful. We are fair.
But it is our strength that defines us,
our ability to conquer impossible myths
and slay our own dragons.
Only then will we find a real love,
a love that can endure
our hopes and dreams
and inherited bullshit.
Beneath the feminine ideal is a woman
brave and powerful and delicate.
It is in our nature.
We are warriors. We are nurturers.
