Imagine a woman who looks at the mirror naked, and looks straight to her eyes and says to herself, She is beautiful. Imagine that woman so in love with herself that nobody could dump nor put her down. She loves her curves, her full ******* like the mountains of Madyaas, her rounded belly her chocnut brown skin. Her stretch marks, Ah! those are carvings of her giving birth. Her curly hair following only the whims of the wind. Imagine that woman. The reflection at the mirror looking at you