I am a mom.
I have a grown daughter, and I am proud of her.
She is my heart, my laughter, my meaning.
But at the same time…
I am a woman.

And this woman still wants tenderness.
Hugs. Touches.
Those moments when someone looks at you — and you see: they see you.

I am not ashamed to dream.
I do not play the role of “strong”, I do not hide my desires.
Because female strength is not always about endurance. It is about the ability to stay alive.

I love life.
I like to dress beautifully, shoot videos, capture my mood — from seductive to tender.
This is me too.
This is also my right.

I want a man by my side.
Not a hero or a millionaire. But mine.
Someone who will relieve my tension with one touch…
And say: “You are safe. I am here.”

I am not afraid to be frank.
I am not afraid to say: I miss love. The feeling that you are not just a mother — you are also desired.

I know what I want. And I know that I deserve happiness — not later, not “when the time comes,” but now.

And if you are reading this — know:
Women like me are not perfect. But we know how to love in a way that will make you forget everything else.