"There is something incredibly beautiful about a woman,
who knows herself. She can't break, she just falls;
but, in every fall she rises, past who she was."
Nikki Rowe
There are times we wish we had known about incidents in our lives earlier, to have been better prepared. I used to think such a thing, but as life unfolded, I knew that if I had been given a preview or summary, I probably would have declined the journey to earth all together.
Scabs on my elbows and bruises on my knees were nothing compared to high school embarrassment or college competitions. Relationships were the heartbreakers and sacred revelations unearthed spoon fed falsehoods, under minding me. There was an unrecognized gain, however ... the ability to pick one's self up to begin again.
Every woman who has persevered, evolved her spirit into various depths which eventually reflected wisdom. The blossomed woman established her own nurturing as the baseline for providing kindness towards others. The beauty of a woman is not singularly found on the skin, but radiating from a glow within.
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