Ideas on Luciana's monologue Litizietto Tonight CasaMika 31/10/2017
Luciana Litizietto in the video:
I broke up with this story of being all the same, beautiful, perfect, tall with the white smile, all the white teeth like tick tacs. Who's not? Who doesn't have to feel like shit!? [...]
In my opinion beauty does not mean being perfect but it means being harmonic, inside and outside and accepting oneself for what one is. I tell all kids who suffer at school and suffer among friends, those who are often bullied: I have a letter for you!
Dear or Dear ....
It may happen that in certain periods of life one feels fragile, he feels like the berries fingers, that it is enough nothing to crush them.
It is normal, it is absolutely human!
We live in a stinking time that always takes us at the top: cool, smart, very good at school, loved and even full of likes. You'll understand...
What if you're not that handsome?
If you're round and kind as the lanyard nut and nobody looks at you?
If you always have some pilgrim pimple walking Compostela on your forehead?
What if your ankle isn't as tight as your critics' brain?
If you live in real life and don't live in PhotoShop?
And you, instead of being a boy and feeling jellyfish?
That you’re not 190 tall, you don’t have seven thousand muscles dancing under your shirt and that when you play football you look a bit like the Gabibbo.
You who have been wearing the same sweatshirt for a month because only with that do you feel a bit armored, that you keep the hair long, long up to the nose, so you can not see that sometimes you cry. What are you gonna do?
Nothing you have to do, nothing! Just let you grow up in peace!
Love you, that's it, because people don't know how many good things are inside you! It is because of what torments you! Look at them, look at them! Is it worth the crap they're saying? It's puddings! Buddies who think they're nougats! Only you know how much you're worth!
Are you different? Damn it! It means you are a unique and original piece, like you no one ever!
I have learned this over time, to become a little speleologists of myself. You know the ones who go looking deep, like diver. They just do it in the sea. You stand there and start digging and listen.
Your heart is a shell: If you listen to it right you hear a lot of stuff!
You can hear the waves, the tides, the storms, the calms. You can feel the rushes of your heart, the fears mixed with your strength.
And then read! Read a lot, read more, read even when you are in the toilet, also read the instructions of the detergent, read! Read also what seems difficult to you: they have written about men, they have spent time there, something inside that is needed there will be!
It is through the stories of others that you discover that you are not alone and that the things that happen to you have happened to you, you don’t know how many!
And then? And then listen to music, make the tum tum of your heart mix with the tum tum of drums and then sing! Sing even if you are stunned. Fill up the Ipod, sing and walk until your feet hurt and your voice goes away. Get up from that couch! Put on a shirt that suits you!
A little rimmel if you are a female and a little gel if you are a male, both if you are gay. Learn to like yourself first. What you think of yourself is much more important than what others think of you! Seneca said he wasn't a...
