In my skin

I know
what I
look like.
At
this age
it is
right
there
in
front
of me.
This room
has lots
of mirrors.
I try
to escape
my reflection.
But it
is impossible.
Go ahead
get it over
with.
I put
the bikini
on.
I promised
myself
I would
not look
too long
or I would
lose my nerve.
I put my cover
up on
and walk to
the beach.
The day is
perfect.
Just enough
wind,
Just enough
sun.
I take
my blanket
and lay
it on
the ground.
I take
my coverup
off and lay
down.
The wind
tickles
my tummy.
The sun
warms
me and I
feel so
good.
The healing
has started.
I have needed
this so.
Take my
stress and let
the wind
take it away.
At 46
I am laying
on a blanket
wearing a
black
and white
bikini.
Are there
parts of me
I would change?
Yes.
But the part
I would
never
change
would
be my
skin.
Under all
this
I
am love.
I am
peace.
But most
of all
I finally
am comfortable
in
my
beautiful
skin.