My body carries the adornment of its experiences.
The permanent crease of my brow as it has furrowed, years of squinting because of eyesight less than perfect and a forgetfulness for wearing my glasses.Leaving behind a deep wrinkle that tells that story, silently like all the other marks and notes in my flesh.
The lines around my mouth and eyes , the deeper ones on my forehead all speak,if you know how to listen. They tell of a life full of rambunctious laughter and giggles as well as simple smiles and kisses that have puckered my lips more times that my mind can remember.
A love of lifting my face to the sun to feel its warmth and embrace has left its kiss on my skin.
My belly sings with a gentle softness and shines with the shimmer of marks from the story of people who were conceived and grown there. Four wonderfully miraculous souls who shared my body for a while before they embarked on their own journeys.
My scars each have their own moments to share. The loudest voice that they speak with though is the one that whispers that I survived and am still here to wear them.
I am all of this on the outside.
The vessel that I live in gives a glimpse of where I’ve been.
As the years come and go, my life leaves more impressions on my body.
I see it, far from imperfect or flawed… I see the beauty and expression of a life lived.