To My Dear & Exquisite Girls of the World

               I’m writing this piece to my fellow girls, so boys sorry but you can take a back seat for this ride.  To my dear and exquisite ladies of the world I want to tell each and every one of you how distinctly beautiful you all are.  From your smile to your inner thoughts you are truly blessed to be you. I know the world makes it pretty challenging for us to be organic and raw with unprecedented standards and expectations, but I’m here to tell you that your value is unparalleled. The most endowed artist, one who makes no mistakes in his craftsmanship, created you.  You are art, crafted with detailed care from your soft skin, curved figure, to your natural intellect. Gifted with powerful responsibilities, you hold the universe’s energy, the creation of life. Men work hard in this life in hopes to one day be blessed by the touch of a Goddess. So please do not forget how naturally impressive you are, do not allow the worlds skewed vision of beauty to ever instill self-doubt into your spirit.

               We as women have to do better with one another; we cannot give in to oppressing our peers. Let’s get rid of the unwarranted hatred by infusing justified love. The encouragement from one another will continue to manifest empowerment and inner strength. For my young girls, I ask that you don’t become afraid to be bare and unfiltered.  Follow the trend that you curate for yourself, one that feels natural and makes your stomach flutter by the thought of it. Know that being unique is cherished and giving into the mold that others follow will never be self-satisfying. Start by loving yourself every morning; admire every imperfection and embrace every quirk. Once you have self-love you can spread love. I know the battle is not an easy one and there are many obstacles that hinder our love for ourselves but with inner beauty and confidence there is nothing that can mask your exquisiteness.

 

Xx,

MelBell

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