Give me laugh lines and wrinkles I want proof of the jokes we shared Engrave the lines into my face like The roots of a tree that grow deeper With each passing year I want sunspots as souvenirs For the beaches we laid on I want to look like I was Never afraid to let the world Take me by the hand And show me what it’s made of I want to leave this place knowing I did something with my body Other than trying to Make it look perfect
We all move forward when we recognize how resilient and striking the women around us are.