We live in a world of filters, comparisons, and a constant race to meet standards. But the body isn't a project or a magazine cover. It's the home where my soul lives. And in this home, there's no criticism, no critique, no worries, no love.

I'm learning to listen to it, to understand what it needs: rest, movement, water, hugs, peace. I no longer want to see myself through the eyes of others - I want to feel myself from the inside, not be judged from the outside.

Perfection is an illusion. True beauty lies in knowledge, in confidence, and in the ability to be yourself without excuses. My body isn't something I have to respect, but the freedom to be authentic 🌸