I looked in the mirror this morning and noticed two new wrinkles around my mouth.
I blame too much smiling and the passing of time.
It’s an odd thing- to watch your face change as you age. I can sometimes catch glimpse of myself and not see an almost-thirty-eight year old woman there. She’s me but in her 20’s- a young woman who could stay up all night, party, and still make it to class the next day, a girl whose eyes did not require under-eye concealer, a chick who did not worry about properly moisturizing before bed.
Now I am this woman who plucks random hairs from her face, who benefits from a little blush and some under-eye whitener plus concealer, who moisturizes like a motherf*&#er. I haven’t seen the other side of midnight in quite some time. Who prefers an intimate dinner party than a rager. And that’s ok because, honestly, I’d rather be me today than me 15 years ago.
Every line on my face tells my story.
Besides, if you have to earn a wrinkle it should come from too many smiles. And remind you of your own happiness.