“Dear Girl In The Green Swimsuit “, The Letter That Moves The Social Networks

“Dear Girl in the Green Swimsuit” is the viral letter that captures the unimportant character of girls.

It doesn’t matter whether we are resourceful, intelligent, cultured, loving, persistent or hardworking. What matters is to be beautiful, attractive and modern.

This is why we hide. We hide our marks of life, our streaks, our extra pounds or our less pounds.

We choose the t-shirt that makes us slimmer and we always try to be more “beautiful” and to “photoshop” our reality.

This is what Jessica Gomez wanted to say in her letter “Dear girl in the green swimsuit”, a text that we are going to talk about here to invite you to reflect on your inner voice and that of your children.

The viral letter “Dear girl in the green swimsuit”

“Dear girl in the green swimsuit:

I’m the woman on the towel next to me. The one that came with a little boy and a little girl.

First of all, I want to tell you that I am having a very pleasant time with you and your group of friends, at this moment when our spaces meet and where your laughter, your “transcendent” conversation and your music invade. my air.

You know what ? I hallucinated a bit when I realized that I don’t know at what point in my life I went from there to here: from the girl to the “woman next door”, from the one who is with her friends to the one who is with her children.

But I’m not writing to you about it. I am writing to you because I would like to tell you that I am fixed on you. I saw you, I couldn’t avoid seeing you.

I saw you last to take your clothes off. I saw you stand behind the group, hiding and taking off your t-shirt when you thought no one was looking at you. But I saw you. I wasn’t looking at you, but I saw you.

I saw you sit on the towel, taking care of your posture, covering your stomach with your arms.

I’ve seen you put your hair behind your ears and lower your head to make it happen, maybe so you don’t have to move your arms from their extremely studied position.

I saw you stand up to go swimming and swallow your saliva nervously because you had to wait like this, standing, exposed, and once again use your arms as a sarong to cover yourself: your streaks, your flaccidity, your cellulite .

I saw you anguished because you couldn’t cover everything, and walk away from the group hiding like when you took off your t-shirt.

I don’t know if there is anything to do with your annoyance with yourself, but the friend you were expecting untied her long hair on a back that was only missing Victoria’s Secret wings. While you were looking at the ground. Seeking a hiding place within yourself.

And I wish I could tell you so many things, dear girl in the green swimsuit… Maybe because before being the woman who is here with children, I was in your place, here on the towel .

I wish I could tell you that in reality I was on your towel and on your friend’s. I was you and I was her.

Today I am neither – or maybe I still am both. And if I could go back, I would just choose to enjoy instead of worrying about – or bragging about – things like whether you’d rather be on this or that towel.

I wish I could tell you that I saw that you had a book in your bag and that whatever belly you have today at 16, it will lose its softness long before you lose your mind.

I wish I could tell you that you have a beautiful smile, and that it’s a shame that you are so busy hiding and that you don’t have more time to smile more.

I wish I could tell you that this body you seem to be ashamed of is simply beautiful because it is young.

Anything ! He is beautiful because he is alive. Because it envelops and transports the person that you are and who can accompany you whatever you do.

I wish I could tell you that I wish with all my heart to see you at 30 because then maybe you will realize how much you deserve to be loved, and even by yourself.

I wish I could tell you that the person who will truly love you one day will not love the person you are despite your body, but will love your body : every curve, every little hole, every line, every grain of beauty.

She will love this unique and precious card that your body draws and if it doesn’t, she doesn’t love you. And that she doesn’t deserve your love.

I would like to be able to tell you that – believe me, believe me, believe me – you are perfect as you are: sublime in your imperfection.

But what can I tell you since I’m just the woman next door?

But you know what? I came with my daughter. She’s the one in the pink swimsuit, playing in the river and rolling around in the sand. Today she wondered if the water was going to be cold.

To you, I can’t say anything, dear girl in the green swimsuit …

But EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, I’ll tell her.

And EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, I will tell my son too.

Because this is how we deserve to be loved.

And this is how we should all love.

There is life beyond the mirror and cellulite creams

Our well-being is compromised when we forget to look at ourselves, explore ourselves and recognize ourselves in our own body, in our female figure.

We are not what an anti-cellulite cream makes us, we are the ones who love every corner of their body, understanding why cellulite appears and why our ovaries make war on us.

We are not safe with ourselves if every time we look in the mirror we are arguing because of the fat in our thighs or because of our wrinkles.

We need to create a safe interior space for our body, instead of punishing and humiliating it.