used to treat her body like a project that was never finished. Her "wellness" routine was a checklist of chores—30 minutes of high-intensity cardio she dreaded, followed by a salad she didn't enjoy, all while staring at a "perfect" version of herself on social media that didn't exist. Every stretch mark felt like a failure, and the number on the scale dictated whether she had a "good" or "bad" day.
For the first time in years, she laughed too. It was a rusty, awkward sound. Her abs—sculpted by 1,000 crunches—didn’t hurt. Her soul did something stranger: it relaxed. used to treat her body like a project