Sitting in the Dark With Red Hair ~ by Juan Alcantara
Sitting in the dark, in silence and solitude, tranquility and discernment,
A woman faces her fears,
Her bare flesh resplendent, encouraging her on,
Diminishing her shame and self-loathing.
She needs no mirror, no reflection, to assuage her hesitations
For the vivid truth speaks to her in a language she’s only just now begun to understand.
“I am wonderfully created.
Each and every fold and curve,
hill and valley,
rise and fall of my ample flesh
gives proof to my unique existence.
My beauty shines from within and without and resonates to the world.
I am electric and noticeable, invaluable and admirable, worthy and unashamed.
I am me.
And I am content.”
The woman in the dark has a conversation with herself that alleviates even her most powerful doubts.
It cleanses and awakens her, offers a life-changing, uncharted path of revelation and acceptance, love and respect, hope and fortitude.
“I am me,” she sings harmoniously to herself.
“And I am content…”
Enchanted Zaftig 