Fashion waxes and wanes, the memories of trends captured in pictures. Pictures taken from a camera, not a phone. The comfort of childhood clothes, a closet full of my profession, maternity pants, weight gained and weight lost. My dress is admired or my outfit is sloppy. The daily additions and cancelations, I take them off and I put them on. The differences because of a choice of clothes that people see in me.
The mirror tells the truth of lines that once were not there. My grandmother in heaven is remembered by her voice calling out my young pudgy tummy. Baby fat now carries a new meaning. My tattoos are scars, they each have a story. Some written and shared, others written on my heart. This body grows and this body changes. Memories of who I used to be. Simple things accomplished that now can not be repeated. I just tell of them, of the body that was attached to me.
To the man that looks approvingly or the lady that judges me. I speak to people that are my friends and that are my enemies. What you see is not. It is not me. It changes daily. Slowly growing and fading, the debt of humanity. Your dirty smile or your nose turned up goes unnoticed to me because in simple changes that mean nothing at all, your expression would change toward me.
I take off the years like a sweater and my hair will fade to gray like the taking off and putting on of earrings. Shoes changed is my health fading. A belt applied is the years passing by. My body changes like my wardrobe. But, what you see is not. It is not me.
Judge me by my character. The ease of the first glance does not do justice to the soul’s stance. Let’s be friends and chat and smile and cry. Let’s live before we die. Because living is forever but this body is and never will be me. My soul will live for eternity.