Celinne’s reflection is like a love letter to the body raw, intimate, and full of grace. She doesn’t just mourn the loss of butter or croissants; she mourns the quiet shift in how she receives joy. And that’s so deeply human. We all have moments when something simple something that once made us feel alive no longer fits. Her grief is tender, but her curiosity is braver. She listens, not with frustration, but with reverence. What makes this piece so moving is how she treats her body like a sacred companion, not a problem to fix. She’s not chasing perfection she’s building a relationship. And in that, she’s learning to love herself in a way that feels honest, evolving, and beautifully alive.
Celinne’s reflection is like a love letter to the body raw, intimate, and full of grace. She doesn’t just mourn the loss of butter or croissants; she mourns the quiet shift in how she receives joy. And that’s so deeply human. We all have moments when something simple something that once made us feel alive no longer fits. Her grief is tender, but her curiosity is braver. She listens, not with frustration, but with reverence. What makes this piece so moving is how she treats her body like a sacred companion, not a problem to fix. She’s not chasing perfection she’s building a relationship. And in that, she’s learning to love herself in a way that feels honest, evolving, and beautifully alive.
Thank you so much for your beautiful words Adrião 🙏 I love you! Thank you for taking the time to read. Your message just made my day 🥹