As I looked in the mirror and removed the lid of my moisturiser this morning I thought about my face and all the action it’s seen over the years. I thought of it’s journey to arrive at 45 and I do like the story it tells. Some of the stories have been so much fun and some painfully sad and even tragic. I am not even sure if this face tells all of my stories or perhaps just a select few.
This face has played, looked skyward and baked on sun drenched beaches, without sun protection or a thought for it’s welfare. It’s been sand blasted and frozen by icy winds and snow until it’s red raw. It’s come home from a night out, a little the worse for wear and been neglected until morning. This face has stood the test of time and I am grateful to it!
So would I want to erase my story, that’s an absolute NO! What I can do is give back to this face, this face that speaks to you before I utter a single word and I can look after it, cherish it and give it the time it always deserved and rarely got!
I’m grateful and appreciative to Maz for her amazing photography using natural light to capture my true face, no airbrushing, no reason to hide my years and this my face that tells my unique story. So love the skin you’re in, appreciate your face and let it tell your stories, the stories of your life.