Every morning begins with a ritual: hair, makeup, choosing clothes. 💄 Sometimes it seems that I spend more time on this than on my real self. And all for what? So that the world will say: “Yes, you are worthy of attention”. And if the world remains silent... what then? 🥀

Sometimes I want to be simple. Without filters, without lipstick, without expectations. 😌 But the reality is this: every time I think about just being myself, a feeling of guilt appears. Guilt for not trying, for not being “enough”. 💔

And here is the paradox: I am learning to love myself, but at the same time I am learning to love the girl that the world considers beautiful. 🌹 The one who can be noticed, appreciated, approved. The one who wears a smile like armor and says with her eyes: "I am here, and I am worthy."

Beauty is not only about appearance. It is a way to exist, to be noticed, to be heard. 👀 But sometimes I wonder: am I losing myself in this mirror maze? Where is the line between being beautiful for myself and for everyone else? 🔥

In the end, maybe real beauty is not about ideal features, but about the ability to be bold and vulnerable at the same time. 💫 To be able to admit: yes, I want to be beautiful, but at the same time I don’t want to lose myself.

Natasha