~~ Originally printed in Carrboro (NC) Free Press, May 2009 ~~
I have spent far too much time hating my skin:
It’s translucent and shows everything. Sharp hipbone, clavicle, rib. Purple capillaries on my eyelids. Blue veins on my legs.
There were those red hemangiomas that appeared in childhood, and then again during three pregnancies. On my hands, my chest, my face.
The freckles that pop as soon as I venture into the sun. On my face, my shoulders, my chest. Continue reading