When you and your body don’t speak the same language, you have to find a way to look at it. To move in it, to feel your own self. To let your inner self out of a body that has forgotten to speak your language that sometimes stutters and is sometimes silent. A body that is both too present and too transparent. You have to teach it the rhythm and learn to like a new rhythm. I am proud of my body, which despite all its weaknesses bore a pregnancy to absolute perfection. Thanks to my body, I was able to realize the epitome of womanhood, to give birth in a natural way, a true wonder. When others, surprised and skeptical, looked and saw disability! the body listened only to the mother lioness and performed with uncompromising capability.