Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Aging
There is a strong urge to fill up my dresser with creams and jells and goo that promise miracles. But Papa loves me just as I am. He says I'm beautiful. The face sags a little in places that used to be firm. The body is a little broken. Some parts ravaged by time and a cancer fought and won. A piece of breast that is no longer there...
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Very powerful. You made me cry.
Papa is right, you are beautiful. No amount of cream or goo can possibly make you any more beautiful than you are.
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