What’s happening to me?
I took a long look at myself in the mirror this morning.
Strands of white hair hidden beneath the black.
Skin colored spots on the forehead.
Grossly enlarged pores scattered the nose and cheeks.
Dark eye shadows haunting the eyes.
Eyelashes withering like autumn leaves.
Unkissable dry, cracked lips.
Freckles all over from the breasts to the torso.
Tummy rounder than it used to be.
Thighs scarred by stubborn rashes.
Stretch marks a gift from sudden weight gain.
Feet wounded and neglected.
And I wasn’t even being critical.