Malu
Night falls, tainting the sky in a profusion of colors. Purple, orange and red, enhanced by the blue ocean and the yellow sunset. This should be perfect on a painting, I wonder with a smile, sitting down at a wooden chaise with a cushion, at the back of the house, looking at the beach. Soon enough, night is going to be here completely, and this summer afternoon is promising a starry night.
I hold a lock of my own dark hair, curling it to my finger, remembering the days my hair used to parade my rebel side and the emptiness I felt inside. Those years in therapy have showed me that I took my frustrations on my body, and that’s how I managed to call some attention to myself. This time is gladly behind me. Today, I feel more confident and satisfied about myself. I’m not so scared anymor
