THE STORY BEHIND COSALINDA

the story behind colsalinda

COSALINDA’S STORY

A dream nurtured by tenderness. A touch that became destiny. Some stories aren’t written — they’re lived. They settle into silence, into glances, into small gestures. Such is the story of Cosalinda.

It didn’t begin with a business plan, but with a quiet caress from a three-year-old girl. My sister, just 11 months old at the time, went through a domestic accident. It was a difficult moment for our entire family. I didn’t fully understand what had happened — but I felt it deeply.

I knew her pain needed something gentle. And so, without being told, I would sit beside her crib each evening and gently caress her. Over the bandages. Slowly. Silently. That’s how she would fall asleep.

And I would remain there — with small hands and a wide-open heart. Looking back now, I understand that something greater than myself was born in that moment.

The gesture that defines Cosalinda today.

A touch that doesn’t question, correct, or impose.

It simply says: “You are safe.”

Years passed. I grew up, fell in love, and became a mother.

I lived in six countries, spoke four languages, and accompanied my husband in his international career. We lived in Hungary, France, Costa Rica, Germany, Poland, and Argentina.

Each place taught me something different about people, their rhythms, and their skin. The emotions left unspoken but deeply felt. And through it all, one thing stayed with me:

The call to touch. Not as an aesthetic act, but as an act of presence. Of connection. Of deep love.

At 42, in Buenos Aires, I knew it was time. I began studying dermo-cosmetics — not simply to learn a technique, but to give shape to a gesture I had carried in silence for decades.

I remember my first client — a French woman with a kind, luminous smile. When I touched her skin, I felt her breath slow. She fell asleep.

And in that moment, I knew: this wasn’t a treatment. It was a ritual. A sacred space. A pause.

A moment in which a woman could simply let go… and be.

Later, I returned to Bucharest. To the city where I had first fallen in love. To my mother — the one who had supported us from afar with quiet strength.

That return wasn’t just geographical. It was emotional. Spiritual.

And in the stillness of that homecoming, Cosalinda was born.

Cosalinda is not a place. It’s a language. It’s the tenderness of a three-year-old transformed into a living, breathing space. It’s a promise: here, you are seen.

Here, you can breathe. Here, you don’t need to explain yourself.

Cosalinda means “beautiful thing.” But not just outward beauty. Beauty as a vibration. As atmosphere. As breath.

The kind of beauty that doesn’t scream — but is felt. That doesn’t fade — but stays. A beauty that soothes. That clears.

That doesn’t need filters — because it’s already there, in the gesture, in the light, in the silence.

At Cosalinda Skin Longevity Institute, every detail is chosen with meaning.

Every scent, every caress, every word — is an invitation to return to yourself.

I don’t offer treatments.

I offer rituals. I offer space. I offer presence.

Clients often fall asleep — not from fatigue, but because, at last, they feel safe.

And in that stillness… healing begins.

Today, my sister lives on a distant island, surrounded by nature and peace. She is a sophrologist and, like me, she works with presence, with emotion, with the unspoken. Two sisters. Two paths.But the same gift:

To be there — when silence calls for a caress. And I… continue to grow Cosalinda. With my husband by my side. With our daughters stepping into their own paths. And soon — in a new place: France.

A different space. A new form. But the same essence.

After years of work, encounters, and transformation, I can say just this: Cosalinda is a form of love. A touch that doesn’t demand — but gives. A beauty that doesn’t seek validation — but radiates authenticity.

A ritual, not a routine. Respect, not correction.

And for all that I’ve lived, learned, and shared, I say with my whole being:

Thank you.

Thank you to the little girl who didn’t know what pain was, but knew how to soothe it.

Thank you to the woman I’ve become. Thank you to life —for taking me far across the seas and bringing me back… with purpose.

This is Cosalinda.

A dream. A touch. A true story.

And it is only the beginning.

Cosalinda means “beautiful thing” in Spanish. I took it with me, in my luggage of memories, after five years living in Argentina and four years in Costa Rica.

Ionica Dumont

Founder of COSALINDA

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the story behind colsalinda