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Dansul frumusetii

Ma tot gandeam la o solutie prin care sa obtinem imaginea de sine pe care o dorim. Ma refer la aspect fizic. Cu totii vrem sa fim acceptati si mai mult, admirati, invidiati chiar, pentru ca suntem atractivi, plini de viata si foarte tineri.

Nu stiu cum este pentru voi, barbatii, dar femeile ar tine un post special pentru ideea de frumusete. Toate avem zilele noastre nu prea stralucite, in care ne simtim grase, urate, neingrijite si ne paleste o depresie si o lene care ne fac sa zacem in mijlocul patului in pijama. Ba daca mai avem si un mot prins neglijent care aluneca intr-o parte si in zona T isi face loc brav un cos...ei bine, asa arata o femeie care a capitulat.

Lumea spune ca nu exista retete. Eu ma incapatanez sa gasesc astfel de retete de stare de bine. Si cred ca am gasit una. Cu asta se duc kilogramele in plus, cosurile, unghiile casante si restul gramezii de probleme care ne fac pe noi, femeile, sa ne ascundem in haine care nu ni se potrivesc ( cui s-ar potrivi?!)

Secretul este ca atunci cand vrei sa ai mai putine kilograme sau sa arati mai bine, sa te simti ca si cum ai fi deja cum ti-ai dorit. Dar asta nu inseamna sa fabulezi si sa te gandesti ca deja ai 60 de centimetri in talie. Nu inseamna nici sa iti identifici calitatile, sa le pui in evidenta si sa camuflezi defectele. Ci sa gasesti ceva care sa te faca sa te simti uluitor, ametitor de atragatoare.

Danseaza! Singura. Alege orice tip de muzica. Ba, mai bine, nici nu alege. Este buna oricare. Apoi poarta ce vrei: pantofii cei mai buni, rochia cea mai sexy...sau nimic. Pentru ca esti singura, ai voie sa porti ce vrei. Si danseaza. Atunci, in mijlocul dansului, cand uiti complet de cum arati, esti constienta doar de ce vine din interior si ti se imprima in fiecare modulare a corpului. Atunci esti mai frumoasa ca niciodata!

Danseaza oricat si oricum. Si daca ai chef vreodata, lasa-i si pe altii sa te vada cat esti de frumoasa!

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