I have eyes that shift color, depending on my mood. Average ears and a smallish wide nose.
A big mouth that makes the rest of my face scrunch when I smile.
I’m pale, with the occasional freckle. Scars in numerous places, from dozens of different events and traumas. Some visible, some internal.
I sit here, a pie in the oven, laundry spinning, relaxing; thinking about myself. My soul, my heart, my body, my years, my experiences. It’s another birthday – one more I’ve been lucky to get to. I can whine about how I am getting older, but the reality is, I know a few years ago, I thought it might have been my last. I wasn’t sure I would reach another one. So, I will cherish this day, and celebrate it.