Genuine wrinkles

Like most woman I'm trying to turn back the hands of aging time. It came so fast. I mean it feels like yesterday when I was twelve years old sitting at a table with my closest girlfriends. We were somehow stuck in a Mary Kay party. I say stuck, but I'm pretty sure it was my friends birthday party, and I was not interested in how to apply make -up, and how she says we need to start NOW in taking care of our skin. I'm thinking. "Listen lady, my face is as soft as a babies butt, and I don't even have boobs. Basically, I'm going to stay young forever." 

Forever came sooner than I thought. 

It's just like what they say. Time flies - one minute you're 16, and the next you're 30. I hated hearing it like most teens, but it's so true. Scary as hell to think that life is literally just moments. I can't remember every detail of my life, but I remember every moment, because that is where life happened. Good, bad, the worst in that moment is when I was most aware. Most alive. 

 l think wrinkles are like moments. Every line tells a story, and it goes hand in hand with those moments in life. As much as I dislike seeing my VERY slowly aging beautiful face get lined up. I am reminded every time I look in the mirror of moments.  Like the  time I went through a season where I laughed my way through life. I took nothing seriously, and that's where my hardly noticeable smile lines come from. Or the time I wore a dumb do rag to bed every single night  for at least a year, and that's where my permanent  line on my forehead is from. Yes, I wore it wrong for a whole year, and because of that my forehead bears the evidence. True sad story. 

 So far that's all the noticeable stories on my face, and even just writing it out makes me smile. 

Look in the mirror what stories can you tell. It can be more than wrinkles. It could be scars, moles, anything. Every detail has a tale to tell. What's yours?