The Dark Room
As I stood at the opening of the dark room, I knew I had to walk in it eventually. The essence of the blackness that filled the space was very intimidating, but it was a room I wouldn't be able to avoid.
Automatically my arms extended and my hands became a safety net for what was in front of me. Quietly I was walking a straight line towards my destination. All of a sudden I bumped into a curved object while trying hard to follow the straight line. It didn't pan out because the curved object wouldn't be ignored. So I tried to walk around and over it. In doing so I realized the straight line was becoming more curved.
Finally I made it to my destination in that dark space. While sitting on my bed I pondered those few seconds of darkness and realized that I wouldn't have achieved my journey in that dark room without the curved lines. So I decided that the next time I would just turn on the light and realize that life is not a straight line, but it was one with a lot of curves.
A SALUTE TO CURVY CONFIDENT WOMEN
ANELEHS Atelier’s President