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.