Your home is your body.

We carefully choose what to eat, where to live, what clothes to wear. But for some reason, we turn a blind eye to what enters our bloodstream with smoke. Nicotine doesn't stay on the outside. It settles inside, changing the composition of our blood, making vessels fragile and the heart worn out. Smoking is like a slow robbery. First, it steals taste — food becomes bland. Then it steals smells — you stop noticing the scent of the forest or the freshness after rain. And in the end, it takes the most valuable thing — the ability to be strong, resilient, alive. To smoke is to voluntarily agree to weakness. But you didn't agree, did you?