The true beauty of a woman is not hidden within the softness, feminine side of her but in the battle-tested bravery side of her.

Nothing turns me more than seeing a woman with traumatizing bruises and scars and yet she still retains that glitter, hopeful glare in her eyes. She is fully aware that she is not only a spotless flower but she is also one that cannot be defeated by harsh conditions or malnutrition in this mortal realm.

I desperately need to witness the sheer worth of a worn out, beaten up woman when she survives through all that hell and come back to dominate EVERY single man in this planet but not by using cheap violence to attain a hollow victory.

But by that glitter in her eyes. Just one glare is enough to capture any man and make them succumb to her true beauty, and on that day they shall forever roam this earth as missionaries of her supremacy.