Today I was thinking about my body evolution and suddenly realized that this term has nothing to do with how I look on the outside. For me, it has become a story of selflove, acceptance, and emotional growth. Over the years, my body has gone through many phases. There were times when I was very skinny, times when I felt incredibly strong, and also moments when I was weak and disconnected from myself. And yet, none of those moments brought me the peace and confidence I feel now. Right now is the first time in my life when I can say that I truly love myself and feel grateful for what I have.

It took me a very long time to reach this point. I have gone through phases of comparing myself to others, measuring my worth based on someone else’s body, and constantly searching for something “better” in myself. I believed for years that loving myself meant looking a certain way. I am almost embarrassed thinking how many times I judged my own reflection and ignored all the beautiful things my body was doing for me. But growth comes slowly, and sometimes it comes after you fall apart more than once.

I know many of you write to me about these topics, and it is clear that so many women struggle with the same thoughts. That is why I feel ready to share more of my own experience. Selflove is not something you just wake up with one morning. It is something you learn, sometimes painfully, sometimes gently, but always honestly. It starts with stopping the fight against yourself and beginning to appreciate who you are right now, not who you think you must become.

If you want me to talk more about this and share some personal stories that helped me reach this place, let me know. I think these conversations are important, and I hope they can help someone feel less alone on their own journey.