For me, sport is not just a habit, but a way to be myself. When I train, I feel my body becoming free and my thoughts clear. Every step, every breath, every fatigue is like talking to yourself without words. It's not just about physics, it's about the soul: about patience, about self-respect, about the inner fire that doesn't go out, even when it's difficult. Sometimes the pain in my muscles reminds me that I'm alive, that I'm moving forward, that I'm not giving up. I like this path, which is honest, demanding, and beautiful in its simplicity. And then, when training ends and I return home, I feel that special silence in which everything falls into place. I'm thinking about the future, about who I want to become. Not only externally, but also internally. I want to be a woman who knows how to inspire, love, choose, and move forward, even if the path seems long.

My wishlist The Hermès leather saddle is the epitome of elegance and strength, designed for a perfect fit. The Cartier Tank Française watch is an eternal classic that sounds like quiet confidence in time. Alo Yoga ivory tracksuit — comfort and grace in every movement. The fragrance of Dior J'adore L'Or is like a trace of sunlight on the skin, refined and feminine. The Apple AirPods Max headphones in the Starlight shade are music that accompanies inspiration. White Chanel sneakers are a lightness that knows how to be luxurious. La Perla silk pajamas are for evenings when you want silence and tenderness. The book “The Woman I Wanted to Be" by Diane von Furstenberg — stories that give courage. Tiffany & Co. Bracelet — a subtle glow of confidence and femininity. The Maison Michel hat is a light touch of Parisian chic for morning walks.

My name is Anabel. I'm eighteen, and I come from Paris, a city that teaches you to feel deeper, dream more boldly, and love more sincerely. I'm one of those people who smiles even in the rain, who believes that a chance meeting can change a day, and one morning can change a lifetime. I like to watch people, the way they talk, laugh, and move. I feel the world through emotions, through colors, through touching life. Sometimes I seem quiet, but inside I have a storm of ideas, feelings, plans and tenderness. I can be stubborn when it comes to dreams, and soft when it comes to the people I love. I love it when the heart and mind go side by side, when the force does not destroy, but creates. That's why sport has become a part of me.

I remember that morning when everything changed. Paris woke up slowly, the city breathing in the steam of coffee and the sound of footsteps on the cobblestones. I went out for a run, even though the sky was gray and the wind was promising rain. But something inside me was saying run. Just run. At first it was hard: my breathing was racing, my heart was beating too fast, and I almost wanted to turn back. But then that strange, magical state happened when the body stops resisting. When every step becomes light, as if the air itself is carrying you. I ran past the Seine, past old houses, past people hurrying about their business. And suddenly I realized that I was no longer running away, I was running to my room At that moment, I felt like I could do anything. Not because she's strong, but because she's alive. The rain fell softly, like a blessing, and Paris became even more beautiful. Since then, I've known that sometimes the most important paths begin with a simple step towards yourself

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