She doesn’t sit like a lady.

Her body has earned the right to never again conform to antiquated notion, or consider contortion for patriarchal purposes.

Yet almost mutinously so, elegance glides about her like a slip of satin over steel…mettle ablaze in her eyes.

It is not effortless.

It is utter surrender.

It is sheer, brutal,and relentless strength of heart, of mind, of body, and of soul.

Softness whispers over adamant….

THIS is beauty.

THIS is embodiment.

THIS IS Divine Feminine.

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