Angel-A
Look in the mirror. What do you see?
What do you see?
A wonderful girl.
Thanks.
Next to her, what do you see?
I don't know.
Good. You're making progress.
Do you think so?
Before, all you saw was shit.
At least now, you don't see anything.
Now we have to put something in this empty shell.
You can't leave it like that.
Take a good look.
In front of you.
Nothing that interests you?
In this beautiful face.
Not much.
Have a good look.
Look into your eyes.
What do you see?
Kindness.
Yes, there is.
A lot.
What else?
They're not bad.
Beauty. Exactly.
They're beautiful.
Then what?
Maybe...
Gentleness.
Yes, a lot.
And love?
Yes.
Yes, a lot of love.
Too much, maybe.
If there's too much, let it out.
Tell me you love me.
Don't you love me?
Yes, a lot.
I feel a certain kind of friendship that could be..
Do you love me or not?
Since the first day.
From the first second.
Say it.
It's hard to say.
Do you know why?
Because no one ever told you so.
It's difficult to love yourself when you can't see your reflection.
I love you, André.
There. You reason to love.
It's your turn now.
Go on.
I love you, Angela.
Whatever your first name is.
You're right.
Say it again without my name.
I love you.
Good.
Now, look at yourself carefully.
And say it.
I can't.
Of course you can.
Look at your body, missing being loved.
Being trusted.
Don't you think he deserves to be looked after a bit?
Don't reject this injured body that's borne you for so long without complaining.
Tell him how important he is.
That he has his place.
Gives him what he deserves.
I love you, André.
I love you.
I'm proud of you, André.
Shall we eat? I'm hungry.
All you think about is food.
Have you got an eating disorder?
Don't confuse the roles.
You're right.