Dear Woman,

I hope you live.

I hope you do not wait until you’re 65 to find what your heart is crying out for. I hope you take risks and leaps.

I hope you quit jobs you hate.

I hope you choose growth. I hope you do anything it takes to push the context of your life beyond your wildest imagination.

I hope you wonder about far away places, about ceilings so high all you can do is rush to the top. I hope you dream outside of the box the world has given you.

I hope you love. God, do I hope you love.

I hope you love with your heart so open that even the sun blushes in admiration.

I hope you seek pleasure. I hope you know that pleasure is your f*cking birthright. This vessel, this body, deserves to feel ecstatic bliss while on this earth. And I hope you learn that the earth is here for you.

I hope you own your sensuality and embody everything that you wish to create. I hope you drop the shame around sex and take back your body, your feminine power, and your orgasms.

I hope you ask for what you need in bed and make love with humans who love you back with full hearts.

I hope you seek healing, and heal only to learn that you were never broken in the first place.

I hope you learn that it wasn’t your fault.

I hope you trust in your genius. I hope that you share your art with this world before it is ready or done.

I hope that you bless us with the gifts we are all waiting to receive.

I hope you put yourself first. I hope you learn that it is impossible to pour from an empty cup, and that you don’t need to burn out to learn true self-care.

I hope you live in service from overflow and care for yourself enough to care for this world.

I hope you know that you are the rhyme and the reason.

I hope you know that you are the whole f*cking point.

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Author: Annabelle Blythe
Image: Author’s own
Editor: Nicole Cameron
Copy Editor: Sara Kärpänen
Social Editor: Sara Kärpänen