Lettre à la jeune Pomme 

Une jeune femme courageuse et talentueuse un exemple cette jeune femme bravo a elle

Bravo Claire, quelle courage 👏Vous allez aider beaucoup de personnes grâce à votre beau témoignage ❤

Le chemin peut sembler long, mais à une certaine âge on réalise très bien qu'il est ridiculement court! Bon courage Claire, ce ne sont que des tempêtes que tu va surmonter.

L'écriture est une bonne thérapie, vos textes sont magnifiques. Belle continuation .

je me reconnais tellement, dans tous les mots qu'elle emploie, avec cette délicatesse, c'est la 1ere fois je pense que je m'avoue enfin que ce sujet me touche aussi même si je suis incapable de me dire Merci beaucoup et bravo Pomme de parler de ça, avec tes mots, pour toi et pour les autres tu es formidable, je crois en toi 💙

Magnifique pour ses mots et déchirant pour son histoire. Elle en parle avec tellement de justesse qu'on sentirait presque le vide sous nos pieds. Bravo à elle pour son combat, c'est une femme splendide!

Merci Pomme d'exister et d'écrire ❤❤❤

Here is the English translation of the video above (if anyone is curious)-I think I got it as close as possible. Glad Pomme shared her story with all of us. And we are rooting for you as you walk on your tightrope. "Of course sadness grabs me by the throat writing to you. Because I know now you'll never really heal but that you will learn to live with this monster that devoured you…anorexia hello you I am writing to you from my office, (the cemetery of) Pere Lachaise on which the last rays of the sun leave reflections. I am 26 years old, a few more certainties a slew of dreams come true but you are not so far from me you are 19, 20, 21 years old and you are fighting against your (own) shadow. I often think of you because you couldn't believe your measure, you're still alive and proud… of course sadness takes me by the throat writing because I know now that you will never really heal but that you will learn to live with this monster that devoured you (with) anorexia. You didn't want to name her for years, you let her take all the space without ever questioning her without really” having her,” (It is) like a silent neighbor whom we meet every morning without daring to disturb her, who one day settles down on the sofa in the living room without warning and who makes her home in the place she has chosen in your house. No one realizes (notices) a thing. In Paris being skinny is not a problem, (it is) a goal to achieve. I don't see anything nothing at all. You skip meals several days in a row and life becomes an empty stomach. You don't think you're particularly beautiful; though that's not quite the point, it's that what is around you, you can't control anything. You still are a teenager coming out of a destructive relationship that you haven't understood. At this stage your label doesn't want to tire you of singing your own songs. You left the family home very quickly, bathed as an adult, and dreamed, but your shoulders are still so small and frail. You don't control anything and you feel that your future is between trapped between other people who are strong, rich, and masculine. You are told what to say, how to make up, or behave; so the only thing you can still control and that belongs to you a little is your body and your health. You destroyed it. You prevent your instinct from taking the path of life, (instead) you prefer that of survival and the danger of the edge of the cliff, (like) the void the constant dizziness and the punishment and the prohibition to access comfort. You know I understand you today. I know it's easier to take this morbid path rather than that of life. I know it and I understand you I imagine you in front of me and I would like to surround your face with (my) hands of an adult woman that you place it in. Look at me - I am alive, and it was not easy. It is always not easy, but I am here. I am angry with you. Sometimes it is easier to give up on you, you’re so silent you don’t impose your trouble on anyone. You pretend not to alarm your friends, especially because the boys find you beautiful here you are perfect in your role but now that you are in front of me - spit it out (say it) you are ill and death attracts you as much as it paralyzes you off balance. When you fall in love in 2016 and someone sees you in an intimate way for the first time over the months the neighbor in your living room becomes a real subject due to the benevolent and worried gaze of your first love. You begin to question, then look, then name this disease. It does not mean you are cured. The road will be long and “spoiler alert” I am still on a pilgrimage a few years later. So, here is your face in my hands, reminding me of those years of tightrope walking in the dark without looking down for fear of being swept away. It was easier (for me) to play with fire, it was easier to punish you, but the easy things are not the nicest things I know now. It is worth confronting yourself with your image; it will leave you; its also worth making peace with the idea that you cannot control everything, to tire of this place in life to offer you surprises; and you will see in a few years that you will have enough confidence in yourself to speak to this neighbor “what are you doing in this living room, with this constant air of threat!?!” You will live with her; you will silence her when necessary. You will take your place and it will be the biggest breath, and the most beautiful present that you can offer to yourself. Look at me. I am walking on a wire without stopping because its worth it because you and I deserve it. We deserve it and we’re worth it. Sooner or later you will realize it, Claire. "

De Claire à Claire, pour retrouver l'apaisement, la consolation ! Magnifique ❤

C'est magnifique Claire bravo !

Merci.

Merci ❤

merci Pomme!!😍

Bravo!

J'adore ce concept !! Merci ❤

Pomme 💖💖💖

❤❤❤❤ On t'aime Pomme ❤❤❤❤

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Touchant je ne suis pas anorexique mais je n arrive pas à grossir 52k j ai toujour peur de couler 😮

Après Louane, pomme 🙄

Brava pti bonhomme