I come from a town nestled between Florence North hills and the Appenin mountains and it’s not an exaggeration to say I used to hate living there. I used to hate living in Italy in general. I spent my adolescence and young adulthood wishing to leave and at 25 I packed my bags and moved to Belgium: the official reason was to do my PhD, but deep inside I knew I was kind of running away. Most of my Italian…
A few weeks ago, my boyfriend asked me if he could buy me a new perfume for Christmas. “Why?” I replied “I have so many of them already”. Note: I was already freaking out “OMG he doesn’t like my smell does it mean he hated smelling my skin for 3 years and a half – TRAGEDY” He said “Well, you change them constantly and I have the feeling none of them is really you. I was thinking about it when…
I have been on a diet most of my life. When I was a kid, because I was a bit chubby and my mom was trying to keep me healthy by keeping all sorts of snacks (the more unhealthy the more I loved them. Of course) out of the house to avoid I would reach for the Nutella jar while doing my homeworks. When I was a teenager, because I was desperately trying to look like all my skinny, pimple-free…