As I look in the mirror this morning, it strikes me that I’ve been gifted with one face. It’s an interesting face. Recently, my one face has started to look a lot like my mother’s face. That is as it should be. My one face has been called:
Beautiful
Handsome
Pretty
Aw-ight
My one face has been:
Sad
Angry
Closed
Amazed
Once, a young man looked at me across from him on the train and exclaimed to his friends, “That’s a dude, man. That’s a dude.” This surprised me and then it made me nervous. Were they going to challenge me, whip my ass because they thought I was a cross-dressing man? (I mean I know I have big feet and hands and a slight mustache that in those days I didn’t wax, but a man? This body that had birthed two children?)
My one face has felt:
Lovely
Lonely
Sexy
Smart
Out-of-it
Plain
Wise
Old
Naive
Jaded
Exquisite joy
My one face has seen some things that were amazingly beautiful and amazingly terrible. There were times when this face wished it were another face that seemed to have more going for it. (I don’t hardly ever feel this way any more.) Sometimes this face has been the right face at the right time and other times it’s been passed over with barely a glance.
I am pretty happy with this face. I think I’ll keep it!
Happy Birthday, to me. And many more.
Dropping by from NCLM and wishing you a VERY happy birthday!
Wow on the day of errands in the rain… that’s truly fantastic that you got all of that accomplished, and so few lines, as well!
Happy Birthday to you, and your face! Our faces are so many things, to so many different people. I’m glad that you’re happy with yours! :D\
(NCLM)
Happy Birthday!!!!! :)
You ARE beautiful, and a beautiful person in every way! You readily help us see and feel with just a few carefully chosen words. Happy Birthday, Candelaria! You are a champion to all of us struggling in some way. You are strong and brave and yet very sensitive, too. I wish you a very wonderful year with many, many blessings! Thank you for all your wisdom and lessons shared.