El'

It Was Not An Accident
          
          At the end of 2024... I received the biggest shock of my life.
          A shock that came from a woman whom... I had, unconsciously, manifested for very specific reasons.
          Yes, you heard right, or rather read right. Me. I had manifested her. It is completely crazy, do not you think?
          But it was not an accident. Nothing is ever an accident.
          Everything had to fall apart so that I could finally... find myself. Find myself and love myself... as I deserve.
          
          She was the trigger. The mirror. The necessary breakup I needed.
          She is part of my journey, silently, almost as if it were all written in advance.
          Some connections transcend words. Some truths... do not need to be explained.
          I have always moved forward in this way: guided by my intuition, shrouded in mystery, inhabited by my own light.
          And I am deeply grateful to her for that.
          And I know... that deep down, she knows it too.
          
          That day, I made a sacred promise to myself: I would never betray myself again to be loved.
          I would never let anyone else decide my worth again.
          So I chose... to refocus. To get back to basics. To myself.
          
          2025... was the year of my transformation.
          Silent. Intimate. Profound.
          I then understood that love cannot be negotiated with a body, a number, or the gaze of others.
          A few months earlier, I thought that being thin would be the key to self-esteem. What a mistake... It was a bloody illusion.
          I learned to love my body as it is, to honor it. Unconditionally.
          I even stopped exercising... not out of resignation, but out of respect for myself.
          To reconcile with my body, to heal, to accept.
          And you know what? Life... Life responded.
          
          I met new people. Souls in tune with mine.
          People I love with all my heart.
          Real, simple, nourishing bonds.
          I did not chase them.
          I attracted them.
          Simply by becoming fully myself.

I could have written an epic, inspiring, perfectly crafted post. But honestly? I feel... mhm... LAZY! That's exactly the word I was looking for. Anyway... *smirk*
          
          So... Here's the news: I've been hired as a stay director. Yes, you read that right. I'VE BEEN HIRED AS A STAY DIRECTOR. *fucking proud smile*
          
          That's all from me.
          
          With all my love,
          El'. *wink*

✨ Hiiiiii everyone!!! ✨
          
          After a long pause, the irresistible human that I am (I had more to say, but there are character limits unfortunately.... But feel free to check out my bio for all the details, which, in itself, says a lot about the character I am) is finally making a comeback on Wattpad, and for your delight, of course!
          
          And this time, it's for a reason close to my heart:
          I've just published "Just One Life", a collection of deeply personal, sometimes dark, always honest texts, poems and quotes, written three years ago during a very different chapter of my life.
          
          This collection is in fact the English version of writings I had never shared before (not even in French!).
          
          Today, I'm doing well. Really well, to be honest.
          That's why I'm sharing these words now, to say that: Yes, we can get through this. Yes, we can grow. Yes, we can heal. Yes, anything is possible for those who believe, because nothing is frozen in time.
          
          Thank you for still being here. Thank you for reading.
          Feel free to vote, comment, or just leave a comment — I love hearing from you and meeting new people.
          
          With all my love,
          El'. ❤️

If you ever think of financially helping a family member to study in your country, be prepared for a lot of administrative paperwork. I don't know what it's like in other countries, but I'd wager that France is the champion in this respect... *skull and crossbones emoji*

I'm planning to move abroad in less than two years (which is why I’m learning German, by the way…), and God, I just remembered I was THAT kid — the one who handled all the family’s paperwork. Does this mean I’m going to have to keep doing it… from abroad? *emoji crying*

If someone had told me that one day I'd have to learn German (aka the devil's language), I'd have laughed in their face. Today, I find myself learning a super-difficult language on top of a super-easy one (which reminds me so much of my middle and high school years! :')).

I would like to take a moment to solemnly congratulate myself for my Olympic-level patience and the fact that I didn’t insult a SINGLE member of any driver’s family tree today. Not even a great-grandmother.
          
          Context (because it’s simply too good to keep to myself):  
          - 2.5 hours of traffic;
          - 30°C (86°F) outside;
          - 40°C (104°F) fever inside;
          - Period just started (because of course — comedy gold);
          - Training located 45 minutes from home;
          - A training I actually PAID FOR, even though my Master’s degree already qualifies me for the exact same thing (I absolutely did not need this diploma, but I’m doing it anyway... because I have a deep, irrational love for collecting diplomas. Yes. It’s my weird little administrative kink lmao).
          
          And just in case the drama wasn’t dramatic enough:
          The A7 highway? CLOSED. Why? Because a truck literally exploded. We’re talking disaster movie-level traffic jam — minus the special effects.
          
          Let me add that I’m only halfway through the training. So yes, I am 100% volunteering for this chaos. Proudly. A little unhinged? Maybe. But fabulously so.
          
          Fun fact:  
          In 2.5 hours, I could’ve crossed the border, said “hello” to a Swiss customs officer, and been halfway through a pizza in Italy. But no. I chose to melt on the highway surrounded by people who think turn signals are a social experiment.
          
          Anyway... Thank God I made it home ALIVE, still motivated, mildly melted, but ever-determined.
          
          Finally; thank you, me (and also to the Doliprane I had the genius idea to pack, just in case... *emoji crying*).

Sometimes it's important to say when things aren't going well, and for me, the last few days have been complicated... Repeated migraines, anxiety attacks for no apparent reason. Nothing concrete, just an invisible but very real overflow.
          
          I know it'll get better, it always does. It's just a little gray cloud in a year 2025 that remains, despite everything, incredible. But I wanted to remind you that it's okay not to feel well, that it's okay to take a break, to breathe, to refocus. It's okay to listen to your body, even if it means postponing commitments or saying no to certain expectations.
          
          You don't have to feel guilty about taking care of yourself. Your well-being - physical and mental - must come first. Commitments can wait. Your health can't wait.
          
          So really: take care of yourself. Surround yourself with people who have emotional intelligence, who understand without judging, who support you when you decide - finally - to choose yourself.
          
          With all my love,
          El'. ❤️

Yesterday, I celebrated my 30th birthday, and it's basically like turning 20 again—only with more money and real estate, if you're a lucky fucking ass. *Smirk*

I JUST SPENT 2.2K EUROS ON INVISIBLE ALIGNERS TO STRAIGHTEN MY TEETH OVER A 6-MONTH PERIOD... I HAD TO SHOUT IT OUT SOMEWHERE, AND HERE I AM!
          
          Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention it yesterday but your favorite star and person is back (yes, I'm talking about myself *smirk*) for an indefinite period of time because life has gone crazy in a good way since the beginning of this year 2025.
          
          Kisses, amori miei,
          El. ✨