Red Writing Hood: Ugly/Beauty
Stepping from the steaming shower in the pre-dawn hours, I stand dripping for a moment before I wipe my bleary eyes, towel off my hair, dry my body. Most times, I don’t even look at the reflection in the mirror across the room. Autopilot is in effect. I dry, I comb, I brush and style, I stumble out the door to work. Some mornings, though, I stop. Take inventory. Survey the scene. I notice the sagging breasts of motherhood. The puckering stomach. I notice the fragile, wrinkled eyes growing older day by day. I’m still there, but different now. Stronger and more fragile all at once. Inevitably on these days my fingers wander to the scar that stretches across my abdomen. I remember that the nurse in the hospital called it my smile. “How’s your smile feeling?” she had asked. I touch it, still reddened and angry from the hot water. I feel along the full length of it. I notice the “teeth marks”, the places where the staples that put me back together made their own scars
lol Looks like your budding artist really gets into her work!
ReplyDeleteAh...you gotta love when they use their body as a canvas.
ReplyDeleteOh, and check out my recent post. I nominated you for a Liebster. :)
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@ May: Yep. I'm hoping she gets some paying jobs soon!
ReplyDelete@ Jennie: I did love it. And forgot to add: thank goodness for washable markers! Also, YOU ARE THE BOMB! Thanks for the nomination. I will make a post and do my bloggerly duty to share the love as soon as I have time (i.e. once The Nugget is in bed tonight:)).
Awww...almost makes me miss those days.
ReplyDeleteAlmost.
One question: How do your walls and furniture look?
ReplyDelete@Deperate - yeah, we are thinking about multiplying again. THINKING.
ReplyDelete@Sharon - the walls survived okay but I'm pretty sure the kitchen table is not going to survive beyong my young'uns childhood!