Week 4 of 52
The scar on my forehead from when I fractured my skull at age 3, the ‘flesh tag’ under my left eye, freckles from summer days past, wonky eyebrows, peach fuzz on my upper lip, my one eye that is sometimes a little sleepier then the other and droops.
all things that I see, but maybe others don’t. Things that I know are there, that I know the story about. How many stories does your face tell that others have no idea about?
I love and dislike all these things at once. They are me, part of my history and self. Some have gotten smaller or lighter (that scar used to take up my entire forehead), other things stronger and darker (my eyebrow color, the lines under my eyes). I have heard people say they wake up one day, look in the mirror and don’t know who is looking back at them. I hope that doesn’t happen to me. I still see the ‘little’ me in my face, yet I can also see the big me too. it is strange and wonderful all at once.