9.2.21 // wild women

To my wild women.
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To the women who feel the breeze like an old friend and dance in the rain like each drop is worth a celebration.
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To the women who live with dirt underneath their bare feet and see mountains gazing out on their horizons.
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To the women who have all of the emotions. And when anger or sadness show up they are embraced, not stuffed back down.
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To the women who feel most at home in their own existence, demanding what they need, and learning what they want.
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To the women who do not tone themselves down for the approval of others, who share vulnerably and unapologetically, freeing other women from the shackles of expectations.
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To my wild women, you are fierce, you are fearless. You are unstoppable.