There's something about a women that wears her tiger stripes and freeformed locs with confidence. Skin dipped in coconut oil; unrefined of course, while being kissed by the sun. There's something about a women illuminating in her natural element, in her charming power. Ethereal, seen but not touched. She saw God in her mirror and so it was. There's something about a women being an embodiment of both the divine feminine and divine masculine, walking in one or the other as she sees fit. Navigating her path with sovereignty and intuition. Warrior at heart. Guiding while being guided by her internal light. Hmm, there's just something about her.