I can't find the right words to describe how amazing your speech was. Using art in therapy to challenge such personal issues, such as Segantini's paintings of slightly less angelic mothers, has left me... well, let's say that I find feminism enlightening, in the sense that finally someone has turned on the light in the basement of our social conventions.

We talk about motherhood, expectations, labels as tight as period corsets and the recognition of women's daily challenges, both in the family and in society. All this makes me reflect on how we are still chained to dogmas with roots as deep as the trees in those paintings, which seem to prevent female figures from taking flight.

And then there is the therapist, who with all her human frailty, manages to do what no superhero has ever done: break these dogmas with the subtle strength of those who know how to listen. Yes, because sometimes an “Ah, I understand” is really enough to bring down centuries-old walls. Who would have thought that the kryptonite of prejudice was simply a little humanity? And so, in an ending worthy of a Bong Joon-ho film, we discover that weakness, sometimes, has more strength than a thousand speeches.🫣