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French student and blogger

Welcome to Free the freckles, where I love to write about anything that comes to my mind, with no taboo. I’m 22, I’ve got freckles (you get it now) and I’m a grumpy French, sometimes, who writes in English. I love books, cats, le barbu, pizzas and Dicaprio. Besides that, there is not much that you need to know about me. Except that his blog has seen is first day back in 2017, and I'm proud that I manage to keep it that long.


What did I read this month ? #1

Because I love book so much and because I need to talk about them, I figured I would say a few words here on the last good ones (or not so good) I've been reading. I didn't make any resolutions, but reading more books is definitely something I want to achieve this year. Also, I don't want to just read them and move on. So books review on here seemed to me to be the best idea. I won't post about all the book I've read as some of them did not make me felt anything. Well, I guess I'm only going to talk about the ones that are incredible or the others that needs to be talk about. Alright, let's get right into it! Here are some of the books that I read in January.


Dear Ijeawele: a Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

I read her previous book (We should all be feminists) and thought it was brilliant. I imagined that this one would be the same. And I loved it even more. Yes it's simple and one might even say that it is obvious or quite repeated in everything we can hear about feminism these days. But the thing is, everything is well said, simple, clear and accessible to anyone. Feminism and what it is all about might be tricky to understand for some people. Therefore this book is perfect for people wishing to know a bit more quite easily. It's a very quick read, well written and understandable. After this book, there is no reason that feminist is not understood.
I also think that everyone should read it. Everyone (mother and father) should read that to their children (girls AND boys) because it's so important to give the right example to future generations in order to make their life easier and happier than what it actually is for us. The writer her is actually writing a letter to her friend asking her for advice so that her newborn daughter will be a good feminist. I love the idea, but during my reading, I couldn't help myself but asking if this woman would have advice if her newborn was a boy. Would she ask advice to make her son a good feminist? Because all feminist are not just women, right? This is why I strongly advice this little book to absolutely everybody.

The Only Story by Julian Barnes

I don't even remember how this book end up on my reading wish list, but it did. Somebody must have recommended it. But, I keep asking "why"? Why this book was on this list?  I mean, the story in itself is interesting: a 19-year old boy having a relation with a woman more than twice his age. Even the first lines of the book were really promising. A complicated love story in three parts. Everything should be here so that the reader, me, enjoy this story. And yet, I felt nothing except deception and boredom. The characters are both annoying, not saying what they should if they truly loved each other. Well, I should not really say that as this love story as something quite toxic in it, therefore they won't act as if they really and deeply care about the other. But they do, we can feel that (at least from one side). But, as a reader, I expect from a love story to move me in any way. Here, I was just happy that I've finally finish a book that probably wasted my time (well actually no. Books, as bad as they can be, cannot be a waste of time).
The thing is, I expected a bit too much from this book as I waited for something great to happen, something deep and intense. This love story might be that, but the writing made no sense of it. Nothing. I genuinely felt nothing. Some aspects might have been good to be detailed, but they are not. Left on the side, feeling that it will be tackled again, but no. I'm only expecting more when reading a love story, anything but boredom...

Vers la beauté by David Foenkinos

Foenkinos is probably one of my favorite French author. I've read most of his books and it's like I'm falling in love with the beauty of his writing. The stories he writes are simple, delicate, nothing alike. I can't explain what I'm feeling when I read one of his books (like Anna Gavalda, my favorite). I find it in everything he writes, and even more in his last book, Vers la beauté. I loved everything of it, how we get to be in the head of every character in one page. How normal, awful, broken, loved his characters are. He immediately put questions in our minds, questions that we have to wait before having an answer, which gives a sort of suspense.
He writes love stories like no one. He reveals the beauty in every character he imagines, their fragility and humanity mostly. Here, no superhero and superficiality, everything is just beautiful or terrible, a bit like the real world. He imagines a simple story with average daily-life characters and makes a world out of it, with his beautiful touch that only him does.
If you want to read something beautiful, touching, full of feelings, read any of his books. But I have to recommend you this last one, it is touching and genuine.

Sorcières by Mona Chollet

After that Mona Chollet came in my town, and that one of my best teacher recommended this book, I told to myself I really needed to read this book. I was curious as I thought it was only going to talk about witches and a bit of feminism obviously. But I was so disappointed. Not by the book itself, it's really good, but by the fact that this book don't even talk a lot about witches. Maybe during the introduction, but that's all.
I love books or anything that have to do with feminism as long as I learn something new. Now, we tend to have so many things available to us that shows different views on this subject. That people are becoming more and more interested about equality is a great thing, but I feel like I don't really read anything new when it comes to gender inequality. It's getting boring to hear the same stories over and over. Well, it's sad actually that people are focusing so much on what is not good. Yes, women are far less inferior than men, and it through reading and reading that I truly understood that. But when you read many books that have the same opinions and ideas about the same things, it's boring. That why I was even more disappointed when I understood that this book was again, another book telling things that I would have probably already heard. But let me tell this: this book is good. Really good. It's a good basic to have when you want to have knowledge about feminism and some of its pioneers. I learn things, I read new ideas and it was fulfilling even if I was not always agreeing with them. Just don't read it if you want to learn a lot of things about witches ...

That's it for the month of January! I have managed to read even more books than I thought and I really proud of myself (and intend to do the same for February). I did not mention every book I've read but some of them were not really interesting for me, therefore I did not see the point to talk about them here. I am probably going to do that every month, so let me know if you enjoyed it!

Well, hi, I'm Maëva and I'm an introvert person

 I talked about honesty, anxiety, having no idea what to do with my own life. Now, I think it’s the proper time to talk about me as a person, me as someone quite introvert. This has been and still is such a big struggle for me as I always feel that being introvert has to be synonym of being uncool, unfriendly and terribly shy. Fortunately, I now see this as an other aspect of my personality, as something that makes me different, or not. I learned that there are a lot of great and positive things about being introvert. But, I didn’t always see things that way.

Back in high school, or even during my childhood, I was referred to as the “shy girl”, someone that you rarely heard speaking in class (expect chatting, obviously), turning red when she had to talk in front of lots of people. I hated that, and I really thought that this was all what others would see of me, my shyness. People who were popular and loved where the one who spoke the most, the one who weren’t shy and weren’t afraid to speak up. I thought, like most people I guess, that being popular was equal to success in life. AH. AH. AH. Well no, it’s not. You’re going to succeed in life if you are talented, open, creative, kind, but definitely not because you were cool back then.

"Un introverti c'est pas une personne qui n'a rien à dire, c'est une personne qui ne sait pas comment la dire" (Florence from La Mouette)

Later on, someone said to me that I was “reserved”. I was so offended by this word (even though this person meant well), thinking that it was again, another way to say that I’m shy and therefore not really likable. So, I asked my mom what this word meant as I realized that I did not really understand it. She explained it to me and I thought, well, this person was right, I am reserved. It just puts everything into perspective. Suddenly, I saw this as one part of my personality, the thing that makes me me. I was not just “shy”, I was way more than that. Being reserved, for me, means that you don’t share your feelings a lot. It does not mean that you don’t have anything to say. You do, it’s just hard to say things sometimes.

Nowadays, people are being so honest and open about themselves. The introvert and shy one are now getting out there, especially on the internet as it is way easier to speak when you’re not in front of people. I love that people succeeding, being creative, bossy, doing amazing things are also shy people, introvert people. It has just open up something new: hope that I too can succeed without having to change and become someone else to please others. I can just be me, using what makes me me and making the most of it. The “right way” to be is not being super chatty and extrovert, there iare plenty of personalities and they should all be accepted.  

I hate that I waste a lot of time being afraid of speaking up, but thinking about it, I don't think that I would have used writing as a way to speak up if I was different. I do speak up today, not just on the internet, but any time I've got something to say. It's not that I don't care what others might think, it's just that I feel way freer and myself when I do. I feel strong, I've got opinions and ideas, knowledge. Now it's something that I love to do, I love to share and talk about personal stuff so that we can all feel less alone for certain situation. And for this one, I'm sure I'm not the only one being introvert, shy and reserved. All of this don't have to mean that I'm not sociable (well, I'm not really actually, but working on it …) or that I don't speak to people. I do, I love meeting new people and getting to know them. I love engaging the conversation with someone. I love to speak my mind freely as much as I hate speaking in front of a lot of people or engaging the conversation in big groups. I can't even make a “thank you speech” to my family and friends at my own birthday. And this is how I am today and I probably will change in the future as I changed compared to a few years back. The most important thing to keep in mind is that the person we are becoming is a good one, no matter if we are shy, extrovert or unsociable.


I find a word less intimidating than resolutions. We all know that most of us don't feel the need to have some because we won't keep them. But a word is different, you don't have to stick with it every single day, but just in general. I find that one pretty quickly and naturally, without having to do much thinking. It was just so obvious that 2019 was the year of honesty for me. This blog inspired me for it as I always tell myself that I need to be more open and real here, like a normal human being. I have realized that the bloggers/instagramers/etc. I like the most are the ones showing how “normal” they are, despite the seemingly crazy and amazing life they have. I like the fact that they just show the behind of what we normally don't see. Our insecurities can be less stressed when we see the one we admire having the same as ours. No one is perfect. Everyone knows it, but sometimes, we really have to remind ourselves of that fact. No, despite everything you see on pretty pictures, no one is having a perfect day or a perfect life, there is no such thing.

“Don’t let the internet rush you. Nobody is posting their failures”
 from @theinsecuregirlsclub

This blog is something I had to put forward as I kind of forget it those past few months. My lack of inspiration is now gone (I hope), and I truly hope that 2019 will give me all of that new inspiration I need for this blog. I need to write. As everyone, I have way too much in my mind and writing is one of the only option I have to keep things manageable and not overwhelming.

2018 was a good year, not the best, but it was fine. I had a lot of fun and loving moment, and some other were pretty hard. I spent a few days in Poland, Paris, on the seaside, visited Nantes again, the countryside. I validated my second year at uni, began my third, spend Christmas around my family, laugh pretty hard with my dearest friends, felt (and keep falling) more and more in love. I'll stop here to only keep the best moments. And I hope 2019 will be a better year, a year of some changes and decisions. I hope I'll travel more, read more, study harder, find my path, be calmer, fight a bit more that bitch of anxiety, and be more open, more honest…

What about you? What are the things you hope for in 2019? What plans have you made for starting the year as a great one? Well, I hope I'll see you all more here, and lets the year begin!

What happened lately

I've come to struggle a lot to find time for this blog, as I said it many times. I hate having to let this to the background because studies are far more important. But this blog brings me joy and comfort and I really don't want to stop it for weeks like I do now, and to only post once a month. But before posting something deep and full of my personal thoughts, I wanted to come back to the past few weeks, things that bring me joy.

First, the barbu and I took a few days off in Warsaw, Poland. It's not the first place that came to mind when I imagined holidays, but it was nice to go somewhere a bit more atypical and see new things. I loved those holidays even though I didn't fall in love with the city. It's pretty in some places, especially the town center and the old town, I really liked it. But the rest of it, except for the parks, I didn't really thing it was pretty. I know it's not the prettiest city in Poland, but I expected a bit less grey at least. Anyway, we ate very well and I, sure, want to see more of Poland someday! (Oh, and those yummy pancakes are from this place: Mr Pancake, it was SOOO good.

Oh and it was the first time I took the plane, and I LOVED IT (even though I was scared, of course...).

Here are some snaps of moments of my weeks in Rennes, aka student's life. My weeks are pretty busy at the moment even though they are going to be even more busy with the exams coming in the following weeks/months. I try to not be stressed for the moment about that, but I wished they didn't happen before and just after Christmas...
Oh, and I've seen the second movie of Fantastic beasts! I'm curious to know if you guys liked it?! I really enjoyed it even though I'm a bit perplex for certain part of the movies, this is why I can't wait for the next ones!

And last but not least, I'm trying to be more organized at the moment. It has been month since I didn't put much effort on my yoga practice or even my "diet". I didn't pay enough attention because I didn't put the time and effort in it, but this is going to change. I need more structure in my life at the moment, and also for studying as I said before. And my bullet journal has become indispensable to plan what I need. I don't know how I could live without it now!

Now, I'm basically waiting for December the 1st to start listening Christmas songs (any good recommandation is welcome!) and put up the (tiny) Christmas tree (and not before!). I can't wait to see the lights on in the streets, walking around doing Christmas shopping. How excited are you guys?

Brownies: how I finally managed to make them

You might not know this but baking and cooking are things that I really enjoy doing (when I don't turn into a control freak). I love when I do something good and pretty but for some reason, brownies were never something I manage to succeed. I mean, it's not the most complicate recipe to do but being a very clumsy person, it can't quick turn into something complicated. But today is the day where I finally made good brownies. I found the recipe in a "cocooning" cooking book I bought this summer (when I started to crave autumn) and there is a very quick and easy brownies recipe. Here it is:

For 8 persons:
- 150g of dark chocolate
- 80g of butter
- 120g of sugar
- 80g of flour
- 2 eggs
- 50g of pecan nut

- Preheat the oven to 180°C
- Butter a baking tin and put greaseproof paper inside.
- Melt the chocolate and the butter to the micro-waves (or bain-marie). Then add the sugar and flour. Stir together, than add the eggs. Stir everything again.
- Poor the preparation in you baking tin, add your pecan nuts at the top. Put in the oven of 15 to 25 minutes (it depends on how fondant you want your brownies).

Thanks to this Larousse cooking book who saved me with this recipe. As I said, it's so simple and quick (and delicious!). So now tell me what is your favorite thing to bake when it's raining outside?

PS: It's the first time I have to translate a recipe so I'm not very sure on how understandable it will be for my fellow English readers. 


Don't feel stupid if you don't like what everyone else pretend to love.

Emma Watson

Actress and feminist

I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat.

Rebecca West

Author and Feminist

I used to think freedom was being not attached to anything. I’ve been working on redefining that, that freedom is not about being not attached to people. You can still be free when people love you.

Jemima Kirke


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