Shakira's Truth Hello, it's me. You see the lights, the energy, the passion. But behind this smile...there's pain. Every performance takes something from me. My body aches—doctors warn me to rest, but how? The show must go on. Three hours without breaks? Sometimes I wear diapers because two-minute costume changes don't allow for anything else. I ask myself: Why do I keep doing this? Because when the music plays and you cheer, I feel alive. For those moments, the pain disappears. But later, alone in my room, it all comes back. This industry demands perfection. No one sees the bandages under my clothes or the tears I hide. I wear these high-slit dresses not just to dance freely, but to disguise the braces supporting my body. Tonight, I'm tired. So tired I want to scream: "I hurt too!" But I won't stop. Because this stage is my life, and your love is my strength Just promise me one thing—if someday I can't give you that perfect show, please remember the real me. Not just the performer, but the woman who loved you enough to keep dancing through the pain这个是简化后的