I look in the mirror and smile. Not because my body is perfect, but because it is mine β€οΈ 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 β¨ 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 βοΈAnd you? Do you accept yourself as you are? Do you love your body for everything it does for you every day? π