My dear,

Who has whispered such untruths into your ear? Who dared to say your skin was anything less than beautiful? Look upon the earth, rich and teeming with life, and see yourself reflected in its depth. You are the color of the fertile ground from which all flowers spring forth. In the deep, rich soil, the seeds find their strength, and blossoms unfurl in a riot of color. Your skin is the canvas of continents, the shade of soil that cradles roots and nourishes beginnings. It is the hue of strength, the tint of resilience, the shade of endless possibilities. Like the earth, you hold the promise of life, the certainty of growth, the beauty of nature’s endless cycle. So, stand tall, my dear, and let the world see the beauty that I see. For flowers can only grow in deep, rich soil, and you, you are where beauty takes root and thrives. 🌺

©️ Beatriz Esmer

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