Jan 15, 2022
3 min read
The Art of Becoming
My body, a canvas of skin wrapped over sinew, muscles, and cells.
Aging — I am aging.
Scars tell tales of pregnancies lost,
pre-cancerous biopsies, and control over my body,
of one child too many.
This canvas reveals minute details,
uniquely me,
constellation beauty marks,
and auto immune disease injection sites.
Where once adorned perfectly braided plaits in strands of three,
symbolic of…
