I did not know that the bodies of women were meant to be a museum of tragedies, a collection of scars and wounds etched into our skin like ancient hieroglyphs. We are expected to carry the weight of the world on our shoulders, to bear the burdens of others without breaking.

But we are not meant to be vessels for the sorrows of the world, we are not meant to carry the ocean without drowning. Our bodies are not meant to be a repository for pain and suffering, but a vessel for strength and resilience.

We are not defined by the tragedies we have endured, but by the way we rise above them, like a phoenix from the ashes. Our bodies are not meant to be a museum of tragedies, but a testament to the power of the human spirit.

Let us not be weighed down by the sorrows of the world, but instead, let us rise above them, like waves crashing against the shore. Let us be the fierce and untamed ocean, unafraid to make waves and unapologetic in our strength. For we are not meant to carry the ocean without drowning, but to embrace its depths and emerge stronger than before.

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