I once thought that desires were something frivolous. That they should be put off until later, that I should be comfortable, correct, and calm. But one day I noticed that it is in the moments when I follow what I truly feel that I become alive. Real. Beautiful in the deepest, most feminine form of the word.
Desires are not whims. They are my inner energy, what makes me stronger, bolder, more interesting.
When I want, I shine. When I choose myself, the world begins to reciprocate.
I have stopped fearing what pulls me forward.
Moving? I'm ready.
New love? I'm open.
Changes? I'm not hiding anymore.
There's magic in a woman's desires—they show the way, even when everything around me is uncertain. They lead me to a place where emotions, new stories, new touches, new people await.
Sometimes desire is a tiny whisper. Sometimes it's a fire that can't be hidden. But every time, it's me. The real me.
And today, I allow myself to be bold.
I allow myself to feel.
I allow myself to want.
Because my desires are not weakness.
My desires are my strength.