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Where the lunar sovereign decants her inexhaustible adoration and mirth: ๐‘ฃฟ (tributes bestowed) by the myriad spirits she encountersโ€”โ€She harvests her ink, inscribing sagas upon the parchment of existence.โ€
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Ester Expรณsito speaks unfiltered to ELLE Spain: Ester Expรณsito vs her haters
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Iโ€™ve never been the kind to settle. Iโ€™m deeply nonconformistโ€”always chasing something better, always reaching for excellence. Itโ€™s not about perfection, itโ€™s about growth. About challenging myself, even when no oneโ€™s watching. I know people have opinionsโ€”some loud, some cruelโ€”but Iโ€™ve learned to face them without losing my softness. I carry my talent, my beauty, my energy with pride. Iโ€™m not here to please, Iโ€™m here to be. And if that threatens anyone, maybe I was never meant to stay silent in the first place.
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I once believed I needed to tell my side of the story. I didn't want to be seen as the bad guy in any story because I knew my intentions, and my feelings were pure. I couldn't stand for someone painting me in a bad light when I did everything I could to love, understand, and show up the best way I knew how. I wanted the truth to be known, for my heart to be seen as it truly was, not twisted by someone else's perception of me. I thought maybe if I told my side of the story, the narrative would change. But it didn't, people will always choose to believe what they want to believe. Some have decided on their storyline, and some have planted that belief in their mind until they believed it to be true.

The truth is, I didn't need to prove myself to anyone. I didn't need to search for validation to prove my heart, intentions, or feelings. Some truths don't need to be proven to be real. Some stories don't need an audience to validate the truth. I decided to be the villain in their story, I'm satisfied with letting them live with the narrative that helps them heal. If someone couldn't see, feel, or understand meโ€”that was enough clarity for me to see myself out of the story. I know my feelings were valid. I know real peace comes from understanding that not every story needs defendingโ€”sometimes, the truth is enough.

moonsoulchild
"Sonder Soul"

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ใ…คใ…คใ…ค Plaza Santo Domingo turned into a vision of power and elegance as @ester_exposito took over the cityโ€”Madrid for the Not A Doll campaign. The towering billboard stood as a bold reminder that authenticity always winsโ€”a chapter in Desigualโ€™s story. ใ…คใ…คใ…ค
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After all the public photos and videos from the event, let me share something a little more personalโ€”two quiet frames the paparazzi captured in secret. Just me and my man, wrapped in our own little world, his hand resting gently over my shoulder, our fingers naturally intertwined as we strolled through the city in search of lunch. A soft, stolen moment amidst the noiseโ€”sweet, unbothered, and completely ours.
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Being Desigual means embracing our most authentic, nonconformist, and fearless selves. We're unapologetically unique. We're Desigual. We're not dolls.
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I suppose my little adventure in my hometown has come to its final page โ€” so shall we move on, love? In moments like this, I can't help but feel endlessly lucky to call this man mine. Earlier, right before we slipped away for dinner, I found myself packing, folding memories into my suitcase as tomorrow calls me elsewhere. Somewhere in between the hurried steps and soft laughter, a little clip captured me โ€” still in my little black dress, still glowing, walking here and there, gathering pieces of the night. So, before the stars settle, letโ€™s close today with a simple thing: a selfie from our dinner, a snapshot of a heart thatโ€™s full.
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