"You’ve been working for me this whole time," she said softly. "And I’ve been fighting you."
Her body didn’t need her praise. It didn’t need perfection. But it did need something small: acknowledgment.
One morning, she caught her reflection and didn’t look away. el cuerpo the body
Sofia hadn’t spoken to her body in years.
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. "You’ve been working for me this whole time,"
Not really. She’d yelled at it in front of mirrors. Bargained with it before parties. Ignored its hunger, its fatigue, its quiet signals.
"We’re on the same team," she said.
Here’s a short, helpful story titled El Cuerpo — The Body