102 Breakfast

As Lia stepped into the bathroom, the warmth of the steam enveloped her like a comforting embrace. She couldn't help but steal a glance at herself in the mirror, her reflection bathed in the soft glow of the morning light. Her scars, still visible reminders of battles fought and wounds healed, stared back at her. Yet, something had shifted within Lia. Despite the imperfections staring back at her, she couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face. With rosy cheeks and tousled hair, Lia felt a sense of radiance wash over her. It wasn't about hiding her scars or masking her flaws; it was about embracing every part of herself, scars and all. Running a hand through her hair, Lia couldn't help but marvel at the strength reflected in her eyes. She wasn't defined by her scars; she was defined by the courage it took to wear them proudly. Turning away from the mirror, Lia busied herself with running a hot bath, the steam rising like wisps of magic. As she sank into the soothin