I don’t have crow’s feet, I have happy happy memories of laughing with friends until the tears flowed.
I don’t have frown lines, I have the marks of my frustration and confusion, which I battled through, smiling in the end.
I am not going grey, I have shimmering highlights of wisdom, dashed throughout my silver hair.
I don’t have scars, I have symbols of the strength I was able to find, when life got tough.
I don’t have stretch marks, I have the marks of growth and the marks of motherhood. My womanly evolution.
I am not fat, I bear the evidence of a life filled with abundance, blessings and good times.
I am not just forgetful, I have a mind so full of stories, memories and moments there is scarce room to hold much else.
I am not old, I am blessed, with a life of great length, something not everyone can say.
Don’t change the way you look my friend, change the way you see; change the way you see.
