Transformed From All the Living I Have Lived

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,

looking down into the sink to take a moment and 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 and see the image that has become me.

Staring at the image of me, 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 transformed 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.

Dust myself off.

Pick myself up.

Hold my head up high.

Love the new image staring back at me

transformed from all the living I have lived.

~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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