The bodies of women, often unrecognized monuments, bear the scars of history’s silent suffering. I had not realized that these bodies were meant to be museums of unspoken tragedies, galleries filled with the remnants of countless battles fought in shadows. Each curve and contour, each delicate line, tells a story of endurance and resilience.

It is as if we were designed to carry the weight of the oceans, our souls vast and unyielding, enduring the relentless storms without sinking. We bear the tidal waves of heartache and despair, yet remain afloat, our spirits buoyant and unbroken.

In the depths of our being, we hold the secrets of the universe, our hearts echoing with the songs of forgotten sorrows and unvoiced triumphs. And though the world may not see the silent tears we shed or the burdens we bear, we remain steadfast, a testament to the indomitable strength that lies within.

©️ Beatriz Esmer