<p><br/></p><p>She walks through days both bright and dim,</p><p>With faith that whispers deep within,</p><p>Through sleepless nights and quiet pain,</p><p>She learns to rise and try again.</p><p><br/></p><p>The mirror changes, time stands still,</p><p>Yet in her heart, there burns a will </p><p>A promise whispered soft and low,</p><p>I am more than meets the eye</p><p><br/></p><p>Her scars are symbols, not of loss,</p><p>But proof that strength can bear a cross,</p><p>That even beauty’s truest form,</p><p>Can weather any kind of storm.</p><p><br/></p><p>She once was fear, now she is flame,</p><p>With every trial, she reclaims her name,</p><p>No ribbon could contain her grace,</p><p>No sickness could dim her fierce embrace.</p><p><br/></p><p>So here’s to her... the one who fights,</p><p>Who turns her darkness into lights,</p><p>Who stands when tears begin to fall,</p><p>Who gives her everything, her all.</p><p><br/></p><p>Here’s to the mothers, daughters, friends,</p><p>Whose courage knows no bitter ends,</p><p>To those who walk and those who’ve gone,</p><p>Their spirit lingers, ever strong.</p><p><br/></p><p>Appreciate🌸 her, every part,</p><p>Her strength, her, her tender heart,</p><p>For breasts are not just curves we see,</p><p>They’re symbols of life, of legacy.</p><p><br/></p><p>They’ve fed the world, they’ve held our fears,</p><p>They’ve felt our hopes through passing years,</p><p>And when disease dares touch that place,</p><p>It meets the power of her grace.</p><p><br/></p><p>Let’s speak her name, let’s spread her truth,</p><p>In every hall, from age to youth,</p><p>Let’s teach the world to understand,</p><p>That love and healing go hand in hand.</p><p><br/></p><p>For awareness is not just a day,</p><p>It’s how we care, what we say —</p><p>It’s checking early, showing concern,</p><p>It’s helping others live and learn.</p><p><br/></p><p>So wear the pink, but wear it proud,</p><p>Lift up your voice, speak clear, speak loud,</p><p>For every woman, near or far —</p><p>You are perfect, just as you are.</p><p><br/></p><p>And when October’s colors fade,</p><p>Let not your kindness drift away,</p><p>For every month, in every year,</p><p>A woman’s worth is always clear.</p><p><br/></p><p>Her fight, her faith, her soul’s pure light,</p><p>Are things that make this world more bright.</p><p>So here’s to her — the strong, the rare,</p><p>Forever brave, beyond compare.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>And to men fighting this battle 🌸🎀</p>
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