There was a time when a woman’s presence was a proclamation, not a question. Draped in silk, adorned in gold, she was not merely seen—she was revered. Her beauty was not for validation; it was an offering to herself, a reflection of her own declaration—an undeniable force that commanded attention without needing to ask. 

To be admired, desired, loved, respected—by herself and others—was never a privilege, but a right.

Somewhere along the way, the world tried to convince us otherwise…