Heart failure of the congestive type?

Caught in a moment of self-reflection, I've realized that perfection isn’t really the goal—it’s the stories our bodies tell and the confidence that shines through. Embracing who I am, flaws and all, feels like the real magic. ✨ Sometimes I wonder if anyone else feels that connection in the quiet moments, too. 💭💫Is my body perfect for a 19yo?

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