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“I dashur gjoksi im, për 4 dekada të kam urryer”- Letër nga Dalina Buzi
2022-11-24 13:15:09 / SHOWBIZ
Dalina Buzi ka shkruar një letër të pazakontë, kushtuar gjoksit të saj. Moderatorja tregoi në “Goca dhe gra”, se nuk është prekur aspak nga komentet pas paraqitjes së saj në “Dancing with the stars”, por përkundrazi këto komente e kanë nxitur të shkruante këtë letër kaq domethënëse e të veçantë.
“Sot i kam bërë për herë të parë një letër gjoksit tim sepse kam një histori të gjatë. Doja ta bëja këtë letër për gocat e mia që një ditë do e dëgjojnë, për çdo vajzë ose djalë që ka vuajtjet e veta fizike. Mua komentet nuk më vranë fare, por do doja të dinit që ka ca histori prapa çdo gjëje”, u shpreh Dalina.
Dalina's letter: "My dear chest! I have hated you since the first day I became aware of your presence. I was in fourth grade at the beach in Pogradec and I remember none of my friends had recipes except me. I hated you because you made me a wife before my time. I hated you for giving me material for jokes and teasing and my mom a reason to hold me to the throat and repeat the same phrase to me every day: Watch out! I hated you for the ugly beige recipes of communism that I could barely stick to. I also hated you for the beautiful recipes that never stuck to you like Victoria's Secret girls. I hated you because not a single run or throw of mine in gymnastics went unmentioned. I hated you because it seemed to me that no one looked me in the eye even when they saw me. But do you know why I hated you more, my chest? That you became such a factor in me, so much so that I was defined by who I was for every millimeter of your performance in public. One more open button and I was ready to seduce him. A thick sweater on top and I was fat and unwanted. You grew up and I crushed you under sports recipes because I could not honor your presence. My friends' complaints about their #1 or #2 breasts seemed like spoiling. How many times I joked that if I could I would cut a piece of it with scissors and give it to them. I would really do it if I could find those kind of magic scissors. When I lost my milk, 40 days after the birth of my eldest daughter, I wanted to disappear you once and for all. What function did you have in me as a wife when you couldn't even be a mother? When my mom got breast cancer I started to see you as an enemy in my life. A negative character, an unnecessary evil. When it doesn't make me feel sexy, when it doesn't make me feel like a mother, when it endangers the lives of my loved ones, what the hell is it for? Then when you were young, shriveled and shriveled after losing the extra pounds in the second birth, you became an ugly and unbearable evil. But I couldn't make you disappear, so I decided to beautify you with plastic surgery. You never dressed up. The prosthesis created an infection and I went under the knife 3 times for you until finally, exactly 1 year ago in 2021, I returned you to where I once left you, in high school when I had started to hate you with my soul, I returned you to that form natural without the fat of extra pounds, without surgical knives, without tightenings and bonds to hide you. I met you for the first time in November 2021 after surgery and I fell in love with you. And I cried! I cried because I was sorry when you were like this because I hated you so much. My dear breast, at the age of 44 you became a factor again. The dozens who commented on your exposure of the straps of my black dress on Friday's Dancing with the Stars told me in alarm that I don't need to make you a factor to gain attention. Because the brain is enough for me. My precious chest, no one knows except you and me that for the first time in our life together, you can no longer be a factor, neither for me nor for others. You don't define me to be anything because you are part of something much bigger that includes my soul, body and mind. You don't expose yourself because I need you, but because now after 4 decades of continuous hatred I love you, you are mine. Love you!" My dear breast, at the age of 44 you became a factor again. The dozens who commented on your exposure of the straps of my black dress on Friday's Dancing with the Stars told me in alarm that I don't need to make you a factor to gain attention. Because the brain is enough for me. My precious chest, no one knows except you and me that for the first time in our life together, you can no longer be a factor, neither for me nor for others. You don't define me to be anything because you are part of something much bigger that includes my soul, body and mind. You don't expose yourself because I need you, but because now after 4 decades of continuous hatred I love you, you are mine. Love you!" My dear breast, at the age of 44 you became a factor again. The dozens who commented on your exposure of the straps of my black dress on Friday's Dancing with the Stars told me in alarm that I don't need to make you a factor to gain attention. Because the brain is enough for me. My precious chest, no one knows except you and me that for the first time in our life together, you can no longer be a factor, neither for me nor for others. You don't define me to be anything because you are part of something much bigger that includes my soul, body and mind. You don't expose yourself because I need you, but because now after 4 decades of continuous hatred I love you, you are mine. Love you!" The dozens who commented on your exposure of the straps of my black dress on Friday's Dancing with the Stars told me in alarm that I don't need to make you a factor to gain attention. Because the brain is enough for me. My precious chest, no one knows except you and me that for the first time in our life together, you can no longer be a factor, neither for me nor for others. You don't define me to be anything because you are part of something much bigger that includes my soul, body and mind. You don't expose yourself because I need you, but because now after 4 decades of continuous hatred I love you, you are mine. Love you!" The dozens who commented on your exposure of the straps of my black dress on Friday's Dancing with the Stars told me in alarm that I don't need to make you a factor to gain attention. Because the brain is enough for me. My precious chest, no one knows except you and me that for the first time in our life together, you can no longer be a factor, neither for me nor for others. You don't define me to be anything because you are part of something much bigger that includes my soul, body and mind. You don't expose yourself because I need you, but because now after 4 decades of continuous hatred I love you, you are mine. Love you!" no one knows except you and me that for the first time in our life together, you can no longer be a factor, neither for me nor for others. You don't define me to be anything because you are part of something much bigger that includes my soul, body and mind. You don't expose yourself because I need you, but because now after 4 decades of continuous hatred I love you, you are mine. Love you!" no one knows except you and me that for the first time in our life together, you can no longer be a factor, neither for me nor for others. You don't define me to be anything because you are part of something much bigger that includes my soul, body and mind. You don't expose yourself because I need you, but because now after 4 decades of continuous hatred I love you, you are mine. Love you!"
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