Sofia placed a hand over her heart. It beat, steady and tireless, without ever being asked.
"We’re on the same team," she said.
Her body didn’t need her praise. It didn’t need perfection. But it did need something small: acknowledgment. el cuerpo the body
And for the first time, she listened.
"You’ve been working for me this whole time," she said softly. "And I’ve been fighting you." Sofia placed a hand over her heart
Her body didn’t answer in words. It answered in memory.
Not really. She’d yelled at it in front of mirrors. Bargained with it before parties. Ignored its hunger, its fatigue, its quiet signals. Her body didn’t need her praise
The scar on her knee — remember the fall from the bike? You got back on. The calloused feet — remember the summer you walked through three countries? You saw everything. The stomach that curved softly — remember the baby who slept here? You gave life.