Women carry the colors of their wounds within their laughter.

Sometimes this color is bright, sometimes it lingers like a shadow;
but it always comes from the heart of truth.

Some women speak their wounds through laughter.
Others laugh to silence them.
But either way, through that laugh, they build a world;
a world that is more flexible, more expansive, and more their own.

And in the end, we know this:
The woman transformed by laughter,
is the woman who has begun to rewrite her destiny.

With her laugh, she cracks the walls,
she parts the doors,
and lightens the heavy stones within her heart, even if just a little.

For her, laughter is not a reaction; it is a way of being.
It is a beginning.
It is a letter of freedom.
Sometimes a woman simply laughs.
But with that laughter, the world itself shifts ever so slightly.