We shape our bodies — sometimes for health, sometimes for joy. But often, if we’re honest, to feel seen. To feel in control. To be wanted. And when the attention comes, it works. But only halfway. Because being desired for the surface brings a strange emptiness. They look — but don’t see. They want — but not you. And so the loop begins: We show what’s safe to admire, and quietly hope someone notices the rest. I’ve found myself here more than once. And I’m learning: Real connection begins where the performance ends. Not when we impress — but when we allow ourselves to just be. Still practicing. Still learning. So far my sunday thoughts on the beach in Barcelona ✌🏽