. her own tornado .
There comes a point in every woman's life when she becomes angry. Erupting, chaotic, lavic fumes. When she becomes her own torrent, her own tornado, her own hurricane, wildly ballasting everything within a gargantous radius, decimating everything she can put her mouth to.
The deep fissures in every woman were long cultivated since the time of her birth.
Embrace your anger. Do not fear it. Feel its power. Love it. Change your life with it, for there is no going back. There are the flames and there are smolders, and you will suffer more and the fire will burn even hotter if you choose to smolder now.