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.
"thank you."
a reaction of gratitude and compassion instead of disgust. this is a good day indeed.
1 comment:
M-This is a shining example of why I think you are not only a brilliant writer and thinker, but a REALITY GENIUS with your words... as I read each new word, I felt drops fall from my eyes... ah, yes, I know exactly what you mean... (and just to make sure you know, I DO NOT CRY WHILE READING -- almost never... never have, not sure why or why not, just know your words inspired my eyes to react... and I thank you for that). From one self-proclaimed (ha!) writer to the next, you are DAMN IMPRESSIVE. -- BDC
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