She was a little plumper than the others, and there was no ease in her movements. But there was effort. She worked hard, sweated, breathed heavily, but did not stop.

And you know, at that moment she seemed so... beautiful to me. Not in appearance, but in willpower, desire, inner light.

And then I caught myself thinking:
Why do we, women, so often feel that we must be thin to be loved? Why is there so much pain and complexes around weight?

Why are we ready to starve ourselves with diets, torture ourselves with workouts, just to meet someone's expectations?

📌 After all, in essence, the figure is just a shell.
It can change, age, change again.
But feelings, soul, energy - that's what's real.
Although... the world dictates otherwise. Social networks, advertising, ideals 90-60-90. And men who often choose with their eyes. Thin waist, long legs, perfect shapes - as if love should fit into parameters.

But is true intimacy measured by numbers on the scale?

I saw how a girl in the gym was not struggling with fat. She was struggling with herself, with her fears, embarrassment, pain, maybe even with the ridicule she had experienced. And I was so rooting for her inside! 💔

I wanted to come up to her, hug her and say: "You are already beautiful. Because you are strong."

I myself have been in situations when I did not like my reflection in the mirror. When I weighed 5 kg more and felt "not the same". When I compared myself to others... And it eats me up from the inside.

💬 Is a woman's figure important to you?
Do you look at her curves or her eyes?
Are you able to love a woman not only when she is perfect, but also when she is looking for herself?