I want my face to flash my life's narrative in an instant. I want each emotion and thought and whim carved there. I want a permanent set of parentheses around my mouth--a side memo to the world that I am a woman who has smiled so many times that my joy is forever etched there. I want a brow furrowed in thought or concern for my children, my students, the people I love. This brow will show I cared. Deeply. I want crow's feet scratched across my eyes' corners from squinting and straining to see my world in clarity, from laughing and making funny faces. I want my face to be a written word, a calligraphy of experience, of pain and peace and worry. I want my skin to memorize my life's work. To not only whisper but project the message that I lived a life worth living.
I want to earn my face. The story--my story--that is written on it. I want my face to tell my tale before I utter a single word.
7 comments:
Beautifully expressed.
You're so eloquent.
Although-I can't say that I completely agree with you. I'm fine to have my face show all of the emotions, hardships, good times, etc. But I would happily wait a few (read 20-30) years for that stuff to show up.
In the meantime, I'll keep up with my sunscreens and my wrinkle creams, thank you very much!
Best ever! :)
I love this!
one of my favorites. ever.
For some reason I keep singing Brandi Carlile, "The Story" mostly for the lyrics, "All of these lines across my face, tell you the story of who I am, so many stories of where I've been, and how I got to where I am."
Haha, I'm with Libby. This is a beautiful post, and I still plan to assiduously apply my sunscreen.
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