This week on the Voiic, a letter to the women of this world.

Dear women of the world, rest awhile and listen, as I tell you of the great powers resting

there in your hips, on your breast, in the fibers that twist and twine within your flesh,

of the greatness you possess in which I think you need to be reminded.

Dear women of the world, beyond the image of external beauty you so diligently work

to tend, beyond the idea that your external beauty holds great value in importance,

lives something far more wondrously wild and uniquely yours, a beauty of no standard,

just your raw and unfettered self.

Beyond the idea that your appearance is equated with your worth, thrives a tremendous

depth.

Let me remind you of your softness, your ability used to heal, to transform, to nurture

the world around you.

Let me remind you of the natural gifts that come packaged alongside you when you were

born into this world as woman.

Let me remind you that your gifts of feeling, empathy and love are not weaknesses to

sever yourself from.

They are not wasted on you.

They are not something to run from, to feel ashamed or to stifle.

How much of being woman means to be fierce feelers, to see the way you so naturally do,

to feel and touch and nurture the life that is both conceived in your womb and swimming

around you.

Dear women of this world, if I could tell you one thing you must somehow learn to remember,

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