For too long we have been forced into stripping away our identities to fit the mould, and to our own surprise, we stripped away our greatness. So while the rest of the world dance to the rhythm of their own drum, we too shall frolic to the sound of our own beat. With every lush curl and every kink, strand by strand we braid our own tale. With every mother tongue spoken, we speak our own truth. With every cloth sewn, we embody our own story. Gather your greatness. Unleash yourself from the worldly shackles and let yourself be.
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