Friday, July 18, 2008
my own little river map
this morning, as i'm getting dressed in front of the bathroom mirror, the sunlight streaming through the window hits my body in such a way so that the fine, white striations on my hips are more pronounced.
i stop. i stare. i gently touch them, delicate little white ribbons weaving across my hips and onto my inner thighs.
"oh, my poor little stretch marks."
i'm sure there will come a day in the not too distant future when i am not so well-rested nor so well-balanced, and i will see these marks as gross and unattractive. i will try to rid my body of them via copious slatherings of cocoa butter and vigorous exfoliations, but for today, i like them. welcome them. they are evidence of a life lived imperfectly, and a body and soul that has adapted.
a reaction of gratitude and compassion instead of disgust. this is a good day indeed.