The Story of My Body
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My body tells a story.
Every scar, every wrinkle, every stretch mark, every tattoo, every gray hair,
Reminds me of who I am and where I have come from.
It tells me that once I was a daredevil on roller skates and a bike,
That I have laughed millions of times, and that my face has been salted by tears.
It shows the marks of a mother’s love;
one whom I have had the pleasure of loving intensely and close-up,
and another from far away who will never understand the limits of my love.
See my love for nature, and my birthplace, and one of the most beautiful flowers I know because of its wildness and simplicity?
And my longing for water because it soothes the turbulence in me?
See my desire for flight from all that binds my soul? My longing to cast off others’ ideas about me and my quest to be beautiful in my own right and to love freely?
My need to feel balance in my life which seems so off-kilter at times because of my intense passions?
Oh, and there’s that graying hair,
Peeking through the fiery red I have applied which represents my personality so well.
I will never let the world see my true age, at least in my hair, because I feel younger than my 43 years.
Do you see my story?
Look closely.
My body?
It sings my song. . . .
**I came across this while I was digging through files in my computer today in search of tax information. In another month I will be 45. I have more wrinkles. I have more scars. I have more gray hair; which I now attempt to cover with something besides the fiery red. My body still sings my song. Nothing will silence it, but in the end it’s just a house. A house for my soul, which is the most beautiful part of me.
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Brilliant!
Thanks BTP!
Yep, that sounds about right.
Though I don’t think my soul would fit right if it didn’t have the scars to mark its territory…
It seems my soul has lessons to learn from this body.
I really loved reading this. The older we get the more it resonates.
The body is like a map for our life’s journey. So glad you enjoyed it!
Your should is indeed beautiful. Nicely done.
You soul is beautiful that is. =)
Thanks Dan!
Beautifully written! thank you!
Thanks Lucia! Glad you enjoyed it!
Passionate, eloquent prose there.
I don’t have any tattoos (it’s not in line with my personal convictions, but others having them doesn’t bother me), but I have some scars– some much more obvious than others, including my surgery scars and a wicked slash on the pad of my right hand below the palm, from a work injury. I have some grey hairs, too.
I cannot help myself, but the artwork of the woman– her nipples aren’t quite lined up right. Is it bad of me to say so?
Beauty is found in the imperfections.
Oh yes of course… but who would have them like this? Asymmetrical boobies are perfectly natural and normal, sure, but… ah well.
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I like my grey hairs. I damn well earned those MFs. The scars, I hate and cover. We’re all different, and that’s so wonderful. Thanks for sharing this.
I don’t like to see my greys, because they don’t coincide with the age I feel!! lol
I just turned 36. I feel 26. My hair is turning 86. Meh. As long at it stays curly as it greys, I’ll let the traitors stay. 🙂