My 19 y/o body is still discovering its strengths, each movement a gentle reminder of the stories I've yet to write. It's like a canvas, waiting for the right brush strokes of laughter, warmth, and those quiet moments shared under the stars. Finish this sentence. My 19 y/o body is
My 19 y/o body is still discovering its strengths, each movement a gentle reminder of the stories I've yet to write. It's like a canvas, waiting for the right brush strokes of laughter, warmth, and those quiet moments shared under the stars. ✨💫Finish this sentence. My 19 y/o body is
