An Open Letter To My Neck Wrinkles
I’ve been waiting for you.
I see you — you’re starting to appear. Those thick, embedded lines are beginning to form around my neck and upper chest.
I’ve been waiting for you.
I knew the day would come when I would realize that age was physically happening to my body in ways that could no longer hide.
I’ve come to accept the lines on my face as lines of experience, laughter, anger, and — ultimately — wisdom.
But my neck — that’s a place that can only be hidden with scarves or turtle necks.
The jig is up. I’m an older woman and the skin on my body is reflecting that fact now.
So what can I do?
Hide?
Cry?
Take drastic, surgical measures to stay young-looking?
Nah.
I’m welcoming my neck wrinkles because — frankly — it’s about time. I’ve lived, I’ve loved, I’ve traveled, and I’ve learned. I’ve had my stint as a young woman who made passionate, impulsive decisions in the cloak of her soft, wrinkle-free skin.
But now it’s time. It’s time to embrace this thing called aging and see what she has in store for me.
