I had to go a certain way to understand the simple truth: my body is not an enemy that needs to be “remade”, but a house in which my soul lives.
And every workout is like a general cleaning with love. Without violence, without strain, without chasing someone else's standards.

I come to the gym not to become a “best version of myself”, but to be myself - alive, strong, real.
I learn to thank my body - for the fact that it withstands stress, experiences emotions, hugs loved ones, dances in the rain, carries bags from the store and runs to the last subway car 😄

Workout is not a punishment. It is care. It is a moment when I choose myself.
Again and again 💞