A picture says a thousand words

This picture was taken last evening. I had just gotten out of the bath and was looking in the mirror. I was lost in thought and didn't see S with the camera until I caught the reflection in the mirror. At first I told him to stop. Look at me...no make up, wet hair, no clothes. Not exactly a Vogue glamour shot. Then I saw the photo and it moved me. Yes, it is plain, it is natural and it expresses exactly what I was thinking at that moment.

This is what I was thinking when he snapped the photo...

This is me. I'm 35 years old and I'm slowly changing. My facial structure is maturing, tiny lines are appearing under my eyes, my eyes seem so much more intense, as though they could share a lifetime of stories. They can. I didn't look at myself with disgust or insecurity. In fact, its the opposite. I don't fear aging. I welcome the process because for every day I'm aging, I'm also still alive. Every line that forms is the result of laughter or tears. Those eyes have seen the most beautiful images. My heart has been broken, my heart has swelled with joy. So many experiences have given me the gift of wisdom and I'll continue to absorb more and more everyday.
I am so glad to be here. This photo speaks volumes.




For those who don't know, the tattoo on my arm is an Arabic symbol for motherhood. It portrays the heart, the womb and the open arms of a Mother