wrinkle

Wrinkle. I found a wrinkle. One week before my 26^th birthday I found a wrinkle from my face.

I could not stop staring at it. It is very small. It is where my face squirms when I smile. But it is a definite wrinkle.

Unfortunately, it is almost unnoticeable. I was tempted to draw a big red arrow pointing to it so that it would get a bit more attention but resisted the temptation.

Maybe as years go by it will grow. And people can see it.

But for the moment I know it is there.

My first little wrinkle.

This is so exciting. Maybe next year I will get one into the corner of my eye. Laugh-lines they are. The more you laugh, the more lines you get into the corners of your eyes. I think.

I don’t want dark circles or puffy eyes. I don’t want deep lines into my forehead. I don’t want varicose veins into my legs. But I want hard bits into my hands, stress marks into my belly.

For the moment I just have lots of scars. Some are happy scars. Some are sad scars. But they are many. And I have a wrinkle.

Did I tell you I have a wrinkle?

I think I will go back to my mirror.

Cos I have a wrinkle.