I’m 45 today
Watching in awe as my hands move across the page as if riding a wave I cannot see. Small, supple, strong. Notice the cute white tips of my nails like little crescent moons. I look down at my flat belly, my perky breasts… I’m 45 this week and I love my body more now than I ever did when I was 18. I’m proud of the marathon it has run and the 10 mile a day relay while playing hacky sack with strangers on the highway. 3 pregnancies, 2 births, and the magic of a nursing child resting tenderly on my bare chest. I appreciate the way my eyes pop open at 5am with the overwhelming impulse to spring out of bed and greet the day. I relish the way it envelopes my loved ones, wrapping them tight with muscled arms and legs, mimicking mother earth’s own snug embrace. I enjoy the way my skin pushes against my clothes, no longer sucking in my breath to be something it is not, but fully expanding into who I am. I smile at the peek of m...