I love when I'm wearing a thin silk dress, and underneath it — nothing.

When my lips have the favorite aroma of strawberry balm, and my eyes — fire.

When I walk through the city and know that I carry something more than my appearance — I carry feminine energy.

I'm often asked: "Are you always so confident?"

No. But I'm always real.

I know how to laugh from the heart, be silent when I have nothing to say, and kiss not only with my lips, but with my soul.

I'm not afraid of passion. It's in me. In my touch, in the way I touch my life, my dreams, my man…
Being a woman is not about "dressing beautifully".
It's about feeling beautiful. Even when your house is a mess and your soul is a storm.
I will always be able to restore order - both at home and in my soul and in the man next to me 😏

My dream is not to be perfect.
My dream is to be loved as I am. With laughter, tears, wild fantasies, bare shoulders and an open heart.

And if you are reading this - then you have felt it.