There is a place in my house that knows all my secrets. 🗝️ Not the bedroom, not the kitchen — just the bathtub. 🛁 Every evening begins the same way: I slide the latch, fill the tub with water, and turn on the music. 🎶 The foam hides in my palms, my favorite gel smells of vanilla and something slightly tart. When I dive in, it seems that all the noises of the day remain behind the door — where there are people, things to do, and unspoken words.

I always make a scrub from coffee grounds and honey. ☕ She said that the skin loves when it is treated like something alive. I believe it. I like to dry my face with a soft towel and watch someone new appear in the mirror - a slightly calmer person than an hour ago.

Does everyone have this ritual, or is it just me who turns an ordinary bathroom into a small spa with secrets? 🌸 On such evenings, I wash not only my face - my thoughts also become cleaner. Probably, someone will say: "Why so much time for myself?" But I will say: if I do not stop myself, the world will never stop.

Afterwards, I rub my hands with oil, drink water with lemon and laugh at myself - this is happiness, smeared in a hair mask and scrubs. 💆‍♀️ But it is in these moments that I understand: self-care is not a whim. It is a way to prevent the world from chewing me up.

And I always finish my ritual with a warm robe and the smell of foot cream. I love my feet - they carry me every day. Who else deserves more attention?

So my bathtub knows everything about me. And I'm grateful for it. 💖