At some point in our lives we all age; as we get older our skin wrinkles, creases and lines appear. When we are young our skin is springy but as we age our skin loses its flexibility.
Wrinkles are not just a sign of old age but also appear when our skin has been exposed to too much ultra violet light, through sunbathing or spending too much time outdoors.
They say that your skin tells a story.
Your skin is trying to tell you something. It’s telling a story about your health, habits and history.
My face is like a character map that defines my life. Fine lines on my forehead, represent my life: My story.
Up until 2 years ago I always thought that my skin was ageing quite well. That was until I received the biggest blow that I had the big C. Since my treatment I seem to have aged ten-fold. Lines appeared along my forehead, creases around my mouth and my hands have aged.
My youthful skin gone; instead replaced with worn out, saggy skin.
I used to fear getting old, now I embrace it. As the proverb says “Grey hair is a crown of glory; it is gained in a righteous life”. Grey hair and wrinkles are a sign of a life that has been lived.
These lines across my face tell a story of where I have been and what I have gone through. Just like a scar they are a reminder that life still exists.
Wrinkles around my eyes indicate where laughter and smiles once were. Memories of watching my children, laughing at their antics.
The puffy dry, sunken eyes from all of the tears that have fallen on to the cheeks below.
They show the sheer exhaustion that comes with parenting, the years of sleepless nights and early mornings.
The deep lines show the fear of receiving another diagnosis.
Creases of joy of having a wonderful family and friendship.
Memories of my youth.
They show the loneliness of what Cancer can do to you.
And they show jubilation of bringing up three amazing boys.
But most of all, each and every wrinkle, crease, crow foot and age spot shows thankfulness. Thankful that I live another day, week, month and year to carry on mapping my life.
Every Wrinkle. Every crease. Every flaw. Every age spot. Every detail maps the life that I have lived. A journey that has brought tears, worry, laughter, memories, happiness and sadness.
A journey of life.
A journey that, I hope, I will continue on. Adding on more wrinkles and lines in years to come. Adding on to my story.
These lines on my face are not wrinkles, they are survival lines. Each telling its own story of happiness and sadness.