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A collection of stories concocted by my imagination, by what I see on the streets, what I gently borrow from other people’s experiences, or just a product of sheer contemplation. Because every glimpse of life is too precious not to be seen, felt, cherished or told.

Are you playing the game?

Let’s look at us, women, for a moment.

In fact, let me invite you to take more time than a moment, and reflect on how we see, treat and think of other women.

History has shown that it was easy to build competition among us; you know the saying: a lie told many times becomes the truth. And so we were told not to like our bodies, to compare ourselves to others, to see another woman as a possible threat, to be quiet and delicate instead of loud and strong (as if they were mutually exclusive), to fear aging, to crush our self worth and live in a constant impostor syndrome…

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It lies right here

I don’t remember thinking about my body in my childhood. My relationship with it was quite a happy, functional one: it allowed me to run, swim as much as I wanted to, stretch, feel warm or cold, or warned me through my tummy whenever I ate too much ice cream.

But when teenage-hood arrived, something changed: there were times in which I felt too tall, too skinny. Others where I eagerly wanted to hide my breast. Were my legs too tall, too short? Was I too blonde, or not blonde enough? Comparison-age had begun and brought along the age of ‘not being enough something’: are you one of the most beautiful? Are you one of the most sexy? Be less than ‘that’ and you are doomed.

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Enjoy the silence.

We live surrounded by noise. The noise of the places we live in, the sounds created by us, the babble, the buzz, the prattle generated by the potpourri of our soundscape. However, nothing is louder than the chatter in our minds.The incessant, bold, affirmative rhetoric of words that come along and do not allow us to be silent. Or that we do not wish to silence.

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To be or not to be is not the question.

I was a mother at the exact moment I chose to be one.
I was a mother after travelling a lot, after investing immensely in my career, after having a hell of a great time with my beloved ones and friends. I was a mother at 32, and I was mother again at 44, when everybody was saying it might be too late. Yes, I decided when to be a mother, and I did it because I wanted so, at the moment I felt it was right for me and my partners (I was married twice).

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Who (truly) are you?

A couple of years ago I was at the beach with some friends. The day was gorgeous: sun shining allover the place, turquoise sky, emerald-green sea, really one of those days we feel grateful to be able to enjoy.

The conversation was light and easy. Then, two young girls passed by; we saw them walking towards the sea: small bikinis, sexy bodies, big thighs and bums. They were happy, smiling, waving their curves as they walked. Two guys stared at them and did some nasty comments.

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