Sofia placed a hand over her heart. It beat, steady and tireless, without ever being asked.
Not really. She’d yelled at it in front of mirrors. Bargained with it before parties. Ignored its hunger, its fatigue, its quiet signals. el cuerpo the body
Thank you, legs, for carrying me to the kitchen. Thank you, hands, for holding my child’s face. Thank you, lungs, for breathing while I slept. Sofia placed a hand over her heart
And her body — silently, faithfully — kept her standing. Your body is not an ornament to be looked at, but a companion to be listened to. Treat it with gratitude, not criticism. It has carried you through every single day of your life. That’s not nothing. That’s everything. steady and tireless