Who is this stranger that I see in my mirror?
The face I see in the mirror, can that be me; really, is it possible. Where once I saw crystal clear eyes that showed excitement and wonder at every turn, I now see tired and weary eyes looking back. I see graying hair where once I saw only blond curls blowing everywhere. I see my face, once cute and firm, now dreary and weather worn; sagging cheeks and neck.
I see my hands, that once were trim and fit, always working; still always working but wrinkled and old. I see my body, once attractive, fit and tanned. Now I see sagging skin that once was taut, I see rolls where firmness once was. I see my breasts, the ones I feed our children with, now sagging to a degree that I never would have imagined.
Where did I go?
So now, that I am aging and not the beauty of my youth, am I no longer exciting, no longer mysterious to you? Maybe not; but my mind is still young, my heart is still young. Do you no longer cherish me, want me or desire me? Don't see my weary eyes, see the sparkle that is still there just waiting to be touched. Don't see my lack of energy as lack of passion, it's there just waiting to be rediscovered.
See me....
