#aginggracefully

Aging is a privilege, a gift. Not everyone gets to be 80 on their death bed surrounded by the family they created.

Waking up another day, celebrating another year should bring happiness, so why are you trying to erase its signs from your body? Why shouldn't others see the years you've lived, the laughs you've had, the pain you've suffered, on your face?

Why hide the gift you received?

But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder

My mother and my grandma, my great-grandmother too

They wrinkle like the river, sweeten like the dew

How can beauty that is living be anything but true?

So let gravity be my sculptor, let the wind do my hair

Let me dance in front of people without a care

Let me be naked alone with nobody there

Or with mismatched socks and shoes and stuff stuffed in my underwear