And then one day…
you suddenly notice your skin doesn’t have the same elasticity it once did. It no longer resembles satin and is more of a tightly knit together lace.
the few extra pounds coupled with the daily aches and pains are commonplace and you thrive in the throes of that normalcy.
crow’s feet now crown the eyes where angle wings once danced upon colors, bold and unyielding.
time and seasons have changed the body, for better or for worse.
those marks, born of progeny, forever serve as keen reminders of duty, dedication, and pride.
It‘s not for the weak but its beauty is beyond compare.
but that’s okay.
because.
To grow old is a privilege that not all are afforded.
And beauty is not limited
to the surface of the skin.
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