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HAPPY WOMENS DAY TO ALL THE WONDERFUL WOMEN IN THE WORLD I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING OR HAD A GOOD DAY YOUR ALL BEAUTIFUL

Happy Women's Day to all the wonderful women here 😊

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Almost forgot it was women's day today. But my mom reminded me when she gave me a gift for it earlier today. So, I hope you like my sketch that I made while at the mall. Most importantly, HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY! :D

Happy Women’s Day! 🌸✨

To all the incredible women out there, today is a celebration of your strength, grace, and resilience. You inspire the world with your kindness, intelligence, and unwavering determination.

May you continue to shine, break barriers, and achieve your dreams. Your courage and wisdom make the world a better place.

Wishing you a day filled with love, joy, and appreciation! 💖💐

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HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY 🌹💐❤️ TO ALL MY LOVELY LADIES 🤝🏻💪🏻

giovanna amati during the south african grand prix, 1992.

I was raised to believe in tradition. I grew up hearing that a woman's true home is with her husband, that marriage is half of her faith, the ultimate purpose of her existence. I was taught that as a woman, I have to cover myself, that I must remain unseen until the day I am given to a man. And then to let him take from me, in ways I have spent my whole life avoiding.

And when that moment comes, I cannot hesitate. I cannot shy away. I must be willing. I must be ready.

And for the longest time I did not question it.

There is no pain like the pain of a dream you have held so close to yourself coming undone. Realizing that marriage, the very thing you were conditioned to look forward to, is not about love at all. That it was never about love. Marriage is just a facade. A tool for patriarchal control.

Waking up to your own reality, is such an intimate type of violence. Realizing that this is something you experience. That it's not an abstract concept, something to debate about in sociology and talk about amongst peers. Realizing that when the conversation ends, I go home to it.

It is not a theory. It is not history. It is my reality.