How wild it was, to let it be

I’m a free spirit who never had the balls to be free.

Tengo inmensas ganas de leer el libro tras haber visto la película en el reciente Festival de Cine de Mar del Plata.

Si bien Reese Whiterspoon nunca ha estado entre mis actrices favoritas, acá me compró totalmente. Desde las escenas en que así como la ves, chiquita, se pierde entre el paisaje y la mochila más grande que ella misma, hasta las de los flashbacks, algunas más jugadas.

What if I forgave myself? I thought. What if I forgave myself even though I'd done something I shouldn't have? What if I was a liar and a cheat and there was no excuse for what I'd done other than because it was what I wanted and needed to do? What if I was sorry, but if I could go back in time I wouldn't do anything differently than I had done? What if I'd actually wanted to fuck every one of those men? What if heroin taught me something? What if yes was the right answer instead of no? What if what made me do all those things everyone thought I shouldn't have done was what also had got me here? What if I was never redeemed? What if I already was?