𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐚, 𝐰𝐞’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐌 𝐚𝐬 ‘𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬’, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞…..𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞.

𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜…𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. we don’t stay mad…we get creative.

We support one another’s voices, we continue using our God-given power of expression, 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙜𝙮𝙣𝙮 that has had us tear each other down and compete with our sisters, and we begin celebrating and lifting each other up.

𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥… I think of my sisters in Iran who cannot even share their faces or dance with the world. I grieve for my sisters who still get can’t vote, own a home, or have their pleasure cut out of them as girls.

𝑀𝒴 𝐹𝐸𝑀𝐼𝒩𝐼𝒩𝐸 𝑅𝒜𝒢𝐸 𝐼𝒮 𝐻𝒪𝐿𝒴 𝑀𝐸𝒟𝐼𝒞𝐼𝒩𝐸 FOR THE WAYS THE FEMININE CANNOT BE EXPRESSED ON OUR PLANET…

For how we still globally struggle to receive equal compensation, for how we compete with porn culture, for how we denigrade our bodies and their curves. My mission has never more been solidified in how my expression was simply silenced over night…a small example of a greater issue.

𝗪𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡, 𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗔 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘… A reflection of the facets and emotions of a planet whose spectrum of expression is needed for all of life to thrive. From raging gale winds, lava flows, and forest fires that destroy, to rains that nourish, and peaceful rainbows and sunshine that help grow… all of your vast emotions are necessary. Your wildness, rage, beauty, softness, and fierceness are so so welcome, needed and crucial on the planet.

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠, 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨.