It's that sometimes it turns you not into a healthy, radiant girl, but into a nervous and driven controller of yourself 🍏. For a long time, I thought that love for a healthy lifestyle is about taking care of your body. But to be honest, it often looks more like an addiction to control.

Sometimes life seems complete, but something is still missing. And this "something" can be just one shade.

There are people who save money or stamps. I collect nights. Each of them sounds different, smells different and leaves its mark.

Outside the window there is sun or rain. And inside us there are clouds, thunderstorms and fogs. This is a separate climate, not subject to applications on the phone.

I don’t just wear heels — I turn every step into a little celebration. There is nothing stronger than the feeling when you walk and feel that the whole world is slightly tilted to your rhythm.

Every day is like a training camp, only for my head and nerves. I get up, even if I want to stay in bed, and do what needs to be done, without waiting for inspiration. Because inspiration is a luxury, and discipline is reality.

The room becomes quiet, even if it’s noisy around. And it seems that for a minute the world stops demanding anything from me other than just being.

When I was a child, everyone said that a good girl listens, smiles, doesn’t argue, and always tries to please. But for some reason, as an adult, I understand that “good” is not always me.

We look for someone to be there for us, but we often don’t understand that being there doesn’t always mean being close.

Sometimes you just need to step outside and disappear from the familiar picture to start hearing yourself.

One very simple ritual that makes the beginning of the day calm and almost festive.

This is not a recipe from a cookbook, but a story about how one mistake turns into something that has now become almost a tradition.

How many times have you caught yourself saying: “Not now. Later. Someday.”?

I’ve always been fascinated by this question. People say distance kills feelings… but is that really true?

The elevator is the new "Instagram room" 📸 Men enter, press the "selfie" button and are sure that in the reflection of the metal they look like they're going to the catwalk 😎. But for a woman, an elevator selfie is read differently

He sat down next to me, smiled and confidently declared: "Now I'm going to surprise you." I was prepared for something special, maybe an unexpected action, a sharp word, a new sensation. But instead... a TV series turned on that I had already watched from beginning to end 🙃

A man without a favorite dish is a man without a zest for life. He can be smart, successful, charismatic, but if his eyes don't light up when talking about food 🍲, I start to feel a chill❄️. Because food is not about the stomach. It's about passion💋 About the desire to have fun. About the ability to appreciate details✨

When a man asks this question, he always has a mixture of curiosity and slight jealousy inside 😅 He wants to understand if he is unique to me or just one of many.

When a man sees a woman and is speechless, it's not about politeness or banal words. It's about a pure reaction, when the mind doesn't have time to find a phrase, but the body and look give everything away at once 😮 At this moment, there is no need for prepared "you're beautiful" or "you're special". True admiration is always silent.

Men read differently today. Newspapers are for grandfathers, books are for rare evenings 📚, when the lights and the Internet are turned off. But WhatsApp messages are sacred ✨ They contain life, drive, energy, play. There are news, and compliments, and confessions, and flirting 💕