I'm against elite sport. I mean, athletes that trains every day and every hour of it.
Andrea: I used to be one of them. I did gymnasthics since I was 4 until I was 15 almost every day of the week and I didn't know what I was losing until I decided to stop doing it. It wasn't like I gave up: why should I? I won every competition, but it didn't seem enough to my trainer. I was so proud of myself but sometimes I felt like shit because everything I was doing seemed to be shit for my trainers and the club. This gave me a low self-esteem. I didn't love myself. I thought: maybe if I was thiner, maybe if I was better. Had I reasons to think that? No. I was the best of the club, I nearly have more prizes than any girl in the club. I shouldn't complain. But I complained. Some of my school said: it's a priviledge that you're the best of your country. And I thought: where's the privilege in training every single day and never get a "congratulations, you are the best"? My parents were sad for me too: as I trained every day when I got home I didn't want to talk, I was too tired. This made my parents think I didn't love them -and maybe think about their divorce too, though it wasn't my fault.
I got bored of doing the same just to please the other because gymnasthics never pleased me. So I stop doing it. But I didn't gave up -I have given up a long time ago. The first day without gymnasthics was rare. I felt like crying. I felt like I was useless. Time later I discovered I could do what I wanted to: I could write, draw. Do things I barely couldn't do when I was into gymnasthics.
Marta has also been skating since she was a little girl. She has stop doing it this year, with fifteen, like me. I think she thinks the same as I do.
We were both losing life training. Some way, I didn't know who I was until I gave gymnasthics. When I was into it, I just was "Andrea the winner", but I didn't win anything. Now I've won some much more: I've won time for my own.
This is my little sister. She's a dancer. She's lucky she doesn't compete.