I wanted to be a string, small, thin, light. I wanted a hand in mine. I wanted to become this invisible light, a light, a little flame, a little flame that wanted to be loved simply
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The further she went, the more she did not know who she was. This little flame that I was was only 14 when everything started. I was angry inside, I hated myself, I hated everything around me, I hated everything about myself
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From the outside, nothing appeared, I had everything from the normal teenager .... normal ... I just wanted to be normal ...
When I was 8, I was touched by someone I had to trust. I did not realize that much later than the bottom, the little string that I was broke at this moment. Although I was only a child, I did not know the extent and gravity of the situation ... but I know that deep inside me ... the little girl knew that what she had experienced evening was not part of the normalcy of things
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I quickly placed a wall facing this event. I convinced myself that it was a thing of the past, that it did not matter, that I was strong and unsinkable ... nothing could make me sink. I grew up dragging this secret, this chapter of my life that I would have liked to erase. One morning, I got up and I remained frozen by the image that was outlined in the mirror. I was fat, I was round, I was dirty, I was ugly ... so I restricted the food. For the first time in my life, my eyes were on me, for the first time in my life people were worried about me.
