Yoga Freedom on a Forest Meadow 🌧️🧘‍♀️🌿

🌥️ A Morning Full of Doubts, a Body Full of Strength

There are days that smell like uncertainty from the very morning. That day, when I had planned to do yoga in the forest – raw, wild, and entirely mine – the sky decided to play games with me. Instead of morning sunlight, I got a grayness spilled across the sky. I looked out the window with a quiet sigh, unsure whether any of this would actually happen. On one hand, I had a huge urge to show how much I had improved my flexibility in recent weeks. On the other – the weather whispered I should stay in bed with a blanket and tea. But I’m already the kind of person – when I plan something and feel it deep in my body, not even the sky can stop me ☁️🫶

I hadn’t spoken earlier about my stretching progress because... I was afraid I wouldn’t make it. As if talking about it would jinx it. I preferred to work quietly. No pressure, no expectations. Just doing my thing. And now, when I felt that my body could do more than ever before, I wanted to capture it. I wanted to celebrate it. To show you – but most importantly, myself – that I can. That I am strong, sensual, and flexible not just physically, but mentally too. 💪🧘‍♀️

It’s no coincidence that yoga became my way back to myself. My body used to be just about looks, aesthetics, posing – but now it became something more. A source of calm. A space. A tool to discover emotions. And that’s why I wanted to capture these changes through the lens too.

As you read this post, I’ll be adding photos from this unique shoot between the paragraphs 📸🌿 Of course, it’s just part of the material – a few shots will appear on my Instagram, but the full collection of clothed photos will be sent exclusively to those subscribed to my newsletter 💌 The gallery will land in your inbox next week! If you’re not on the list yet, there’s a signup form at the bottom of the page – join in and don’t miss a single shot! 😍

This session didn’t have a spectacular punchline. Nothing dramatic happened. No forager caught me, no one appeared with a hidden camera. And thank goodness. Because it allowed me to truly sink into that moment. To take photos that will stay with me for a long time. And ones you can see in full version on Fansly and MYM, where a promo is currently running 🥰

This yoga wasn’t just physical exercise. It was a celebration of my journey. Quiet effort. Self-discipline. And that little spark inside saying: “a little more, a little deeper, a little bolder.”

I hope this post inspires you to do something just for yourself. No judgment. No expectations. Just from the heart. Because every body deserves tenderness – not just from others, but most importantly, from ourselves.

Thank you for being with me. For reading, watching, supporting. Because every click, every comment, every gesture gives me space to do more. And to be more and more myself.

See you in the meadow… or on your phone screen 😉📲💋

💫 Tenderness, Freedom, and Everything In Between

🌿 Immersion in the Silence of the Forest and Myself

The photos from that moment – the most intimate, natural, real – will appear starting Tuesday on my Fansly and MYM. They’ll be exactly the same poses as here. With the same light, the same green background, the same body… just without the fabric 😉 And to make it even better – this week there’s a promo running on both platforms! 🔥 If you’re not following me there yet, now’s the perfect time to join and see the session in its full glory.

When I lay naked on the blanket, looking at the sky, I felt nothing was more important than that moment. Everything else vanished. Time, people, worries. There was only body and space. Every millimeter of skin, every breath, every contact with the cool fabric beneath me and the damp grass around. I didn’t need mirrors – I saw myself in the drops of dew. 🌫️💚

I tried to reach even deeper – both literally and metaphorically. I did another side split, this time turned toward the camera, with a gentle twist of the torso and my hand resting on my thigh. I was completely present. I wasn’t thinking about how I’d look in the photos. I only thought about how amazing it felt to simply be here and now.

It reminded me why I do what I do. Why I stand in front of the lens, sometimes clothed, sometimes not. Because it’s my way of telling stories. My way of expressing myself. It’s not about shock. It’s about being authentic. And if someone finds a bit of inspiration for their own freedom in it – all the better. 🧡

After packing just a blanket, I got into the car. I had the whole concept in my head – we’ll start gently, warming up on my knees, then move into a split, a few positions with extended arms and a tightened spine... I knew the shots would be beautiful. I wanted the session to be simple but intense. No costumes. No styling. Just me, the forest, and movement.

The road to the meadow was quiet, with soft music playing in the background. I wasn’t rushing. I liked this state – suspended between reality and what was about to unfold. A kind of meditation behind the wheel. When I arrived at the meadow, I noticed the first drops falling from the sky – tiny, almost invisible, but enough to make me think: “well, that’s it.” But you know what? They stopped after a moment. As if nature just wanted to test me. To make sure I really wanted to be here. And yes, I really did.

The meadow was empty. No one walks in the woods on a cloudy day – and that was my blessing. No cyclists, no dogs barking in the distance, no people accidentally finding me stretching on the grass. It was just me and this green world around 🌿😌

That’s a huge contrast compared to my previous session in construction tape, which I described in this post 📸🖤 That day, the emotions were through the roof – hiding in the car from cyclists and walkers, I felt tension in every cell of my body. This was different. Quieter. More intimate. And maybe that’s why – even more sensual. That day was like an action movie scene, and this one – like a dream.

I spread out the blanket. Sat down slowly, giving myself a moment to quiet my thoughts. I started stretching, slowly, more consciously with every minute. I felt my hips opening, my spine working, my body finding its rhythm. The split was deep and smooth. My hands reached the ground as if they’d always done so. At one point, I moved into a hands-and-knees position, raising one leg – it’s one of my favorite shots from the session because it shows everything I fought for over the months. Endurance. Flexibility. Sex appeal. 🔥

I took a break, lying briefly on my side, looking at the sky. I listened to the forest sounds – twigs cracking softly, the breeze whispering through the leaves. That was my music. And then came the decision. I felt I wanted more. That the leggings, though soft and comfy, suddenly became a barrier. I looked toward the forest – no one. No signs, no sounds. The weather really gave me a gift. So I slid them off slowly, feeling the cool grass against my skin. My breath quickened, not from cold – from excitement. That little thrill that comes when you’re naked in a place not meant for nudity. That feeling is indescribable. 😈💫