As I was washing my hands at the bathroom sink,
I glanced up and saw a nameless faceless image in the mirror.
Quickly I averted my eyes from the reflection staring back at me
and looked down into the sink and took a moment to comprehend what I saw.
I didn’t recognize the unfamiliar face with a large body attached.
There was once a beautiful vibrant young woman staring back at me.
She had so much potential. Where did she go?
Bravely I looked up again to see the image that has become me.
Staring at my image, I took me all in.
Reminiscing of who I used to be and what I have done,
everything my image has accomplished, conquered and survived–
the mistakes and successes,
the good and the bad, happy and sad.
The years passed by quickly and all of a sudden I am here at the age I am–
seemingly, missing much of the living my body did.
Never giving my body permission to live some of the life I lived.
But, there is no going back now.
No erasing the past.
Many years of living blended together and transformed me into my new image
staring back at me.
Like art, I have become more valuable from the years of living I have lived.
Not a monetary value, but the value from my experiences and wisdom I have gained.
Beauty lies within one’s spirit and soul,
and is in the eye of the beholder.
Even if I am older,
I must dust myself off,
pick myself up,
hold my head high
and love the new image staring back at me
which has been wonderfully transformed
from all the living I have done.
I am blessed to be alive
to enjoy many more years
~written by Susan Walz
“I look forward to being older, when what you look like becomes less and less an issue and what you are is the point.” ~Susan Sarandon
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