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You Are Invincible, Queen! Happy International Women's Month.

Don't look at the surface. There is more to that.

There's more to this apparently friendly, cheerful, and strong woman than meets the eye. She handles almost everything on her own. There are times when she feels that the world is on her shoulders but she always choose to endure it without passing the burden to anybody else. She trained herself to put the "happy mask" on when she has to face the world outside because she knew that everybody around her is sticking their nose into her life waiting for her downfall. She wouldn't give that kind of satisfaction to them. She trained herself to find positivity amidst every negative situation. She tries to find solution instead of playing the whining and blaming game. And what's good about her? She's happy seeing other people happy. She loves to be surrounded by happy people who she thinks will help her uplift her spirit. She got betrayed so many times by the people she trusted too much, by the people she shared her secrets with but stabbed her behind her back, but her forgiving heart never gets tired to understand. She would still lend her helping hand, with open arms, to everyone, without exception, including those who have her own blood on their hands. She strongly believes in the power of kindness. It could change lives. Nobody ever really knows how much anyone else is hurting. Everyone we meet is fighting a battle we know nothing about. So if you are one of those silently fighting your own battles, you are invincible. Celebrate your strength.

There is nothing stronger than a woman who rebuilt herself after falling apart. 

Happy International Women's Month to all the women out there who are doing their best to heal from things they do not discuss. You are invincible. 







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