For so long I thought I needed to find someone, to figure out what's happening between me and another person, to understand if things are moving in the "right direction."

Hi, I'm Svetlana, and I'm looking for love on this site! 💌💕

I Not someone who's perfect, but someone who at least wants to be real.

They're women who know how to be soft without being weak.

and absolutely devoted to loving another person—that these things don't compete with each other, but that one actually deepens the other.

Now I understand that she wasn't giving anything up. She was spending her days on the things that mattered most. That's not sacrifice. That's freedom.

Everyone says you should keep pushing, keep improving, keep becoming a better version of yourself. And I thought that meant constantly critiquing who you are right now, seeing yourself as a work in progress that's not quite finished yet.

Winter trips to the mountains are an opportunity to discover new horizons and see the world from a different perspective. 🏔️✨

Don't forget that winter traditions can be different and unique for everyone. They fill our lives with meaning and joy. 🎄✨

Don't forget about the winter holidays, when night turns into day, and laughter and joy fill every corner. These moments are the most vivid in life.

Winter adventures are not only physical activities, but also an opportunity to create unique memories with loved ones.

Winter teaches us to look for joy in the simple, and even in the cold, you can find warmth if you are close to those who are dear to you. 🕯️✨

It's easy to sit back and be skeptical about chemistry, about intensity, about the feelings that make people do wild things. It's safe. It's reasonable.

And I realized I've been confusing two different things. I thought being a good woman meant being soft, and I thought that softness meant never pushing back, never asserting myself, never being the one to make hard decisions.

For so long I've thought about fidelity as something you give outward—to a future partner, to a marriage, to God. And those things matter.

Don't misunderstand me—I still believe in simplicity, in plain speaking, in the direct way people should be with each other. But I've seen too much of life now to think that simplicity means harshness. My grandmother was simple in her outlook, yes. But she was never unkind. She was direct, but her directness came from love.

For so long I thought it was a warning sign, like my intuition was protecting me from something bad.

Sometimes happiness doesn’t need a plan — it finds you right in the heart of the city.

Sometimes the strongest version of a woman appears not when she moves — but when she chooses to sit still and own the room.

A small reflection on confidence, body acceptance, and the moment you stop apologizing for who you are.