Oggi sono io.

Hinterland of Milan (Italy),  Sunday 17th May 2020 Another bad week is finally gone. Trust me, this week was AWFUL. I don't want to bother you, but for the first time in 29 years I really felt disappointed of being a woman. Why? I know, I've worked a lot on myself, I started loving myself the way I am and I'm my biggest fan,  but sometimes you've to face the fact that, with a dick everything would be much easier. You're driving? You're doing it wrong, 'cause you're a woman. You want a promotion? Please, get married or buy another cat. You want to buy your own house? So you're single, right? No man? Just you? You want to travel the world? Watch out, it's dangerous for a girl out there. I could continue for hours. In my case, I'm litterally fighting for my own right to have my apartment ready asap. What's the problem? Well, the problem is that since I'm a young girl I can be "paused" instead other "male" clients can...

Here we are, all locked out in our houses,  small apartments or two floor villas. With or without company. Surrounded by our loved ones or perfect strangers. Learning fast, how to spend time with ourselves. Isn't it strange? In 2020 our biggest fear appeares to be being alone in a pandemic:  scary right? Being forces to pretend that you like yourself, you like being alone, you like reading books,  you like training in front of a computer or asking Alexa a good movie to watch. But what are we waiting for? Do we really need a pandemic to understand how precious our time is? How much do we have to love ourselves and our interests and passions first? Well,  I've worked hard in the past to develop my confidence, my selflove. It was painful, spending time alone, in an empty house, without family and friends there, ready to talk to you or even to fight for no reason. I remember that time. I've never felt so lonely. But time encouraged me to ...