a resplendent nymph: rosseau.

❦ women are like the twinkling stars, resembles sparks of diamonds in the sky, we're able to possess the same potential like sprinkle bijou to exudes the gloom, upon the darkest cloak of the dusk bloom. there aren't the longer sight of sorrowful women in despair, because we already looping out of control and echoing the confidence into the air. more pages to decipher, for we, embracing the flaw into the chaste clandestine character.

things to do to love yourself even more:

1. put yourself in a happy state. immersed yourself in a phantasy full of the blush of roseate. genuine elation as your pure discretion, time to snap it excessively upon your visage.

2. have your time to absorb each fascicle of words by reading a book in a quiet solace nook of your bedroom, without everyone's distraction, dive into your emotion.

3. appreciate your whole being by dressing up in a wholesome attire, checking yourself in the mirror is also a sign to relish your look in a future envisions in silence.

4. complete yourself in an exquisite brush of make-up, draw your own canvas and make your own palette, sway away from the useless chatter, cover your ear from useless lit. seal it with an adornment every woman can ever wear, a smile.

now tell me, what's the reflection shown you? fully grown women clad with confidence? yes, you are. take a reminder pill at every midday, that you are the perfect component to yield a vivid mien of women. 𓏲࣪੭