A Woman’s Cycle

by Michelle Davis

Never mind the bird tracks making their way from your eyes, mouth, and nose, she tells herself with disdain. Never mind the strands of white showing in your auburn hair; no one notices those anyway. Oh, and the fact that your arms are getting shorter every time you read is no big deal either; really, some things just look better at a distance, and the blurred edges just make everything look so much softer. Why didn’t someone tell me that I would forever be trying to look a different age... in my youth, I wanted maturity... in my maturity, I want my youth... why? She sighs with the weight of all her years pulling at her as she tries to push it all back into place. Never mind the fact that she’s diminishing the beauty of what she is now just as she did 20 years ago, and in another 20 years she’ll want this back too.


Michelle Davis wonders how to break the cycle and is open to suggestions! (Click here to make a donation to Michelle, half of which will support 6S.)


Laurita said...

Just this morning I looked at those oh so delicate lines at the corners of my eyes and said "nevermind". This has given me food for thought.

Anonymous said...

Michelle, you did a splendid job of describing maturity at it's best. I fear we have a lot more to happen, but it's better than the end result.

Jeanette Cheezum

Outnumbered.....Six to One said...

Thank you both for your comments. I am glad I was able to tap into something (apparently) that was not only mine but others as well.


Áine said...

Really great - I especially like the last two sentences. At times I feel this same way. Thanks, Michelle.