I love the stories written on faces

Old faces…

Aren’t they beautiful? All wrinkles and scars on faces, on bodies…? Telling the stories of life, of lessons learned. I love all those signs of life, of experiences and life events.

A story on a face…

A face can tell you so much. A face can tell you everything about a life. About the suffering in that life, but also about the joy. I love those stories visible on faces, and I love to read them. And I feel dissapointed about the way they sometimes are repressed on the appearance of a human body, like so many people tend to do in our society.

But then? What happens next? Do smooth faces of elderly people tell you anything about them? About how they survived until the age they achieved? Do they tell anything about the lessons learned? Or about how they can advise you in difficult situations? I bet they cannot. All lessons, all events, all things they have accomplished are vanished on the outside and restrained in the body, like buried secrets, which should never be told. They are there, but not ready to be felt sometimes. To be learned. They aren’t even ready to be believed…

Wrinkles and scars…

I love wrinkles. I love the scars on my body. For example, I have a small scar on my breast which tells me me there was a little tumour once. It reminds me to check my body on anomality’s every month. But it also reminds me not every tumour will be cancer. Meanwhile this scar, with all the other ones I can see or feel, remind me health is such a precious gift…

I do not love the pain in my back, my legs and my hips I am suffering from every day, neither do I admire the brain damage in my head. In the mean time, the pain and the damage both remind me that I gave birth to a wonderful child, and that I survived a very dangerous situation while I was in labour. These remaining disorders keep telling me me how precious life is and that we should be so thankful to live it.

My face is telling a story, and also my body does. And I love them both. They tell me about my life, about being a woman. They tell me about being a mom. And for sure they tell me about my love and what life is really about.

Stories of your life…

Please cherish your wrinkles. Cherish your scars. They are part of you and they tell you about your life and everything that made you, shaped you and turned you into the person you are today.

Cherish you…. You are worth to be loved. With all the signs of life on your body and in your mind…

De Gans

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Picture in header by Brigitte Werner, Pixabay
Picture of the belly by Lorena Lopes, Pixabay

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