There’s a beauty women carry, not just on the outside, but one deeply rooted in her very existence. It’s the kind of beauty that doesn't need to be spoken to be seen. It’s in her strength, her sacrifice, her softness, her survival.
From the very beginning, a woman is woven with depth. Her body, created to nurture life, to carry, to birth, to nurse, to comfort. It is a beauty stitched in pain and resilience. There is no easy way to carry life, and yet, so many women do it with grace, while bearing scars the world may never see.
She wakes up each day with a heart that holds too much, the worry, the prayers, the unspoken weight of others and yet she still shows up, smiles, and gives. She doesn’t just multitask, she multi-lives. As a daughter, a sister, a mother, a lover, a worker, a nurturer, a friend. Sometimes all at once. And though it stretches her, she still remains.
Her beauty is in the way she survives life’s storms. The heartbreaks, the betrayals, the disappointments, the days where the weight is too much but she carries it anyway, hiding her tears behind lipstick and strength. Not because she has to, but because the world somehow taught her that she must.
And still, she rises.
There’s beauty in her laughter, raw, full, healing. Beauty in her silence, deep, thoughtful, observant. There’s beauty in the lines on her face, each one a story, a moment, a memory of how far she’s come. There’s beauty in the way she holds others even when she’s empty, the way she fights for those she loves, the way she breaks, but doesn’t shatter.
Even her labour, whether at home or in the world, is marked by sacrifice. The meals made, the nights stayed up, the dreams paused so someone else could live theirs. Her career, her home, her art, all filled with the same quiet fire. You may never see all she does, but if she stepped away, everything would feel the absence.
And in all of this, she still desires love, belonging, meaning, things her soul was wired for.
To every woman reading this, You carry more than the world gives you credit for. You are not just a body or a name. You are an experience, a force, a miracle.
You are the rhythm in chaos, the calm in storms, the warmth in the cold.
You are proof that beauty is not skin-deep,it is soul-deep.
I celebrate all the women in the world, you're magic♥️
