Women are not fragile porcelain dolls.

When women are forged in the

transforming fire of self-acceptance, self-

regard and self-forgiveness, soft, pliable

clay becomes strong enough to reject

obsolete social clichés.

Place clay in a kiln, and its water

evaporates. While the fired clay is still

vulnerable to harsh treatment it is stronger;

it holds onto its enchanting shape and soft

texture.

The fire of surrender within evaporates a

woman’s tears. The urge to squeeze into

socially acceptable moulds becomes

impossible - her clay is no longer soft but

stronger. And she remains true to herself.