As light as a snowflake, small lost bird, Isabelle suffers from
anorexia. Prisoner of her childhood, and her mother, who covered her
with scarves so that she would not grow by breathing too much air.
Between a thirst for living and a fear of freedom, she embodies a
true paradox. Impassioned by theatre, music, painting, her speech
breathes the life and yet her body come within a hair’s breadth of
death.

Little by little as she lost her kilos, Isabelle couldn’t live
normally and was as frail as a famished sparrow. Soon she was only skin and bones.

In spite of that she discovered a passion for theater which seemed to
make her live again. She became an actress, writing, telling about her
suffering and her hopes on a blog, a private diary in which she finally
tells very little of herself, keeping her true pain deep inside.

Courageous, obstinate, in spite of an emaciated body, she does not
inspire pity, but on the contrary shows exceptional strength of
character, mixing the desire to survive, with fighting her own
suffering which she has inflicted on herself and of which it is so
difficult to steer back.