

I look in the mirror and smile. Not because my body is perfect, but because it is mine ❤️ Every line, every mole, every curve or straight line is a part of me, my story, my path.
I love my body not for other people's standards, but because it lives, feels, moves ✨ It endured fatigue and gave me strength. It knew pain, but always found a way to recover. It was a shelter for my soul and an instrument for my dreams.
I take care of it not because I have to, but because I want to. I feed it delicious food, let it rest, enjoy movement, feel the touch of the sun and fresh air ☀️
And you? Do you accept yourself as you are? Do you love your body for everything it does for you every day? 😊