The curves of my shell don’t define my womanhood. It’s the love that flows from my heart, the thoughts that dance in my mind, and the tenderness that graces my touch that truly embody my femininity. The sway of my hips does not make me a woman. It’s the smile that lights up my face, the calm that resonates in my voice, and the right to make my own choices that crown me as a real woman… a Queen.

In the quiet moments, when the world fades away, I find strength in my vulnerability. My essence is not confined to the physical; it transcends into the realm of the soul. The laughter that escapes my lips, the tears that cleanse my spirit, and the dreams that fuel my journey are the true markers of my identity.

I embody resilience and hard work. Every experience and emotion add a unique shade to my identity. The beauty of my existence lies not in perfection, but in the authenticity of my spirit. I am a woman, defined not by appearance, but by the way I love, think, and live.

© Beatriz Esmer

Dry Pastel Art – Feminilidade