I am obsessed with a photo of artist Lucy Knisley.
So I had to sketch it in my journal.
Those eyes. That spirit. That talent.
I am, by my superficial definition, an ugly person.
“I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.”
I embrace my aging and postmenopausal expansion of body.
More accurately- I am trying to embrace my aging, ugliness, and expanding irrelevant body but…
INSIDE I feel like Lucy in that photo.
OUTSIDE- old, grateful, done. An old comfortable, crumpled, filled with aches and pains, flesh envelope.
INSIDE- I am young. And beautiful. Like Lucy.
My mind dances. A happy sponge.
I’ll take it.
And I thank it.
One day it will be done.
Until then, I am grateful for it carrying me through this strange and exquisite life.