@beatrizbis21: Nossa bebê nasceu com Síndrome da Hipoplasia do Coração Esquerdo (SHCE), uma cardiopatia grave que impede o coração de bombear sangue para o corpo. Para sobreviver, ela precisa de cirurgias complexas e urgentes. Criamos esta vaquinha porque não temos como arcar com os custos médicos sozinhos. Qualquer doação ou compartilhamento faz uma diferença gigante. Ajude a salvar o coraçãozinho da nossa pequena guerreira e faça parte desse milagre! #congenitalheartdisease #cardiopatiacongenita #uti #oracao #baby

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nadiavitorino
Nadia vitorino ❤️ :
eu profetizo a cura pra essa criança em nome de Jesus 🙌🙏
2026-06-24 15:57:45
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isalindaxkk
isa :
pinte os corações: 🤍🤍🤍🤍
2026-06-22 17:10:53
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yasvicckk
conta não encontrada :
vai ser curada em nome de Jesus🥺
2026-06-23 20:00:33
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n.icollym
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Deus abençoe 🥹
2026-06-22 17:12:42
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lontracincera
lontracincera :
🥹meu coração nunca doeu tanto
2026-06-23 16:03:00
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anne_beatrizx
anne_beatrizx :
Corrente do ❤️
2026-06-23 00:46:00
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davii.46
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Oi
2026-06-22 20:23:59
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carollsther
Caroll Sther :
❤️Deus abençoe 🙌🏼🙏🏼
2026-06-23 00:58:42
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zorinhoo00
zorinhoo00 :
vI dar tudo certo em nome do senhor jesus Cristo amém 🙏🏼❤️
2026-06-23 03:31:39
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isalindaxkk
isa :
uuupp
2026-06-22 17:10:21
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isalindaxkk
isa :
qual a fruta preferida de vocês?
2026-06-22 17:10:42
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isalindaxkk
isa :
um ponto rápido:
2026-06-22 17:10:30
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raquelvieira100
Raquel Vieira :
🙏🙏🙏
2026-06-23 12:47:33
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lilicia580
lilicia :
😭😭😭😭
2026-06-22 18:48:40
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Jean Gomes :
🥰🥰👏👏
2026-06-24 12:11:09
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An excerpt from the beginning of a recent personal essay: In seventh grade, I looked down at my legs on a chair, the way all girls do, and saw my thighs spread out and realized I had a body. There is a term for coming to an understanding that you have a mind and can think, this idea of “gaining sentience,” but I cannot come up with the word for learning that you have a body. Maybe there isn’t one. Maybe it’s just puberty, which some adults refer to as “blossoming.” I was not a blossomer. Of this I was sure. I did not blossom. But I did look at my thighs splayed out below me, and I hated them. That is how girls realize. The moment they realize their bodies they begin to hate. ​​ My younger sister realized before me and always talked about outlining rolls of fat on her stomach with Sharpie and taking scissors to cut them right off, and so I imagined the same. I would hunch over to make and find a roll and then grab it and picture the scissors and the gushing of the blood and the strip of skin in my other hand. And then I couldn’t stop imagining, so I imagined cutting my fingers off too, and then my ears, and then my chest, even though I didn’t hate them. Maybe because I didn’t hate them. I did like my calves, which were always strong but which grew stronger and larger when I started Irish dancing halfway through middle school. I never imagined cutting my calves off. Instead, I flexed them in social studies, noticing as they grew in size and hardness over time, and tracing the muscle with my finger. They were what I liked about my legs. It was a relief to get over the exhausting exercise of hatred. No one is born to hate. #corecore #nichetok #oldfriendsbookends #mrose
An excerpt from the beginning of a recent personal essay: In seventh grade, I looked down at my legs on a chair, the way all girls do, and saw my thighs spread out and realized I had a body. There is a term for coming to an understanding that you have a mind and can think, this idea of “gaining sentience,” but I cannot come up with the word for learning that you have a body. Maybe there isn’t one. Maybe it’s just puberty, which some adults refer to as “blossoming.” I was not a blossomer. Of this I was sure. I did not blossom. But I did look at my thighs splayed out below me, and I hated them. That is how girls realize. The moment they realize their bodies they begin to hate. ​​ My younger sister realized before me and always talked about outlining rolls of fat on her stomach with Sharpie and taking scissors to cut them right off, and so I imagined the same. I would hunch over to make and find a roll and then grab it and picture the scissors and the gushing of the blood and the strip of skin in my other hand. And then I couldn’t stop imagining, so I imagined cutting my fingers off too, and then my ears, and then my chest, even though I didn’t hate them. Maybe because I didn’t hate them. I did like my calves, which were always strong but which grew stronger and larger when I started Irish dancing halfway through middle school. I never imagined cutting my calves off. Instead, I flexed them in social studies, noticing as they grew in size and hardness over time, and tracing the muscle with my finger. They were what I liked about my legs. It was a relief to get over the exhausting exercise of hatred. No one is born to hate. #corecore #nichetok #oldfriendsbookends #mrose

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