In curves and lines so elegantly drawn,
A canvas of resilience and grace,
Each scar and mark a story told,
Of journeys traversed, of battles faced.

Beneath the surface, strength abides,
In muscles taut and bones robust,
A testament to life endured,
To dreams pursued, to love and trust.

The womb, a cradle of creation,
Where life begins, where hope is grown,
A sacred space of transformation,
A power that is wholly their own.

From head to toe, each part a song,
Of beauty fierce, of spirit free,
Women’s bodies, strong and true,
A masterpiece of dignity.