How to talk about it? How to free myself from it?
I feel nauseous every time I look at photographs of that past.
I often feel shame, sometimes fear of regret, and tears, they always flow.
How to explain it? How to justify it?
I get dizzy when I type my name into search engines.
I often feel shame, sometimes fear of regret, and tears, they always flow.
In the chaos that surrounded me, there was a mix of rebellion, a quest for legitimacy, and freedom.
In this pursuit of myself, I got lost, entangling my butterfly wings in the threads of notoriety, in a fog of likes, and whirlwinds of views.
I let myself fall, the confidence I had just touched evaporated with each opening of this application, with the expansion of my “celebrity,” and with every content I had to share.
The creative, romantic, and dreamy part of me disappeared with each post published.
My body, with which I had a relationship of disdain and trouble, was abused by repeated diets and workouts.
I once sexualized my body, I abandoned it, and if I put words to my woes today, it's because I wish such injuries on no one, because the path to forgiveness is long.
Learn to be yourself, learn to love yourself as you are, understand that there is no normality and that perfection is just an illusion, learn to satisfy yourself, to be your best friend, and to take risks for yourself.
My past is both a weight and a strength.
Today I reinterpret my body as a canvas of artistic expression; it's my therapy to accept it, to accept myself.
Today I accept my truth, my emotions, and my scars through my works.
Today I decide that my body is my expression, my liberation, and this is my most beautiful act of rebellion.
