Our relationship with our bodies, especially as women, is like a long journey. It’s often a long road, fraught with obstacles.

Thanks to several years of work, I’m proud to say that I’ve now learned to love my body. It allows me to love, to travel, and to play sports. Thanks to it, I have incredible experiences and create unforgettable memories. So yes, I’ve stopped judging it and speaking harshly to it. Being kind to your body goes a long way on the path to acceptance. Realizing what it gives us and what it allows us to experience is the key to loving it.

I got sick about ten years ago. Everything is fine now, but my body changed a lot during that time, and my relationship with it has evolved significantly since then. Instead of supporting it through that ordeal, I was very critical of it at first.

It took a few years, a few trips, and a lot of self-reflection to learn to trust it. Since then, I’ve learned to listen to my body and take care of it. And it rewards me so well in return.

I feel particularly confident in my body when I exercise: that’s when I feel most alive. And when it comes to feeling beautiful and feminine, wearing pretty lingerie and feminine, colorful clothes helps too. With Ysé bodysuits, for example, I immediately feel more confident, more feminine, and more elegant.

To the young girl I once was, I’d like to say: live life to the fullest, trust yourself, and trust in fate. It has plenty of wonderful surprises in store for you.

For a long time, I looked at my body in the mirror, hoping it would reflect an image I could recognize as my own, and one that others would find pretty. My focus was on my appearance.

Then motherhood arrived, turning that perspective upside down. I finally understand that my body wasn’t just a figure. It has a much more precious story. My first pregnancy, which led to the birth of my daughter in May, transformed my relationship with my body, leaving a new imprint.

It’s during these summer evenings that I’m gradually regaining my self-confidence. I’m pulling out the few pieces I’d left in the closet last summer and rediscovering the joy of getting dressed, of feeling desirable.

I think I’m more at ease at night, as if it leaves a little more room for what we feel than for what we show during the day. To look at myself with more tenderness, I cling to my story. I try to compare myself less to others, to look at my own scars with kindness, and to move forward at my own pace.

To the young girl I once was, I’d like to say: your body will become your best friend, because it will carry your story, your joys, your struggles, and your transformations. There’s nothing to hide in a body that tells the story of your life, on the contrary, there are so many reasons to be proud of it.