What small percentage of my life have I devoted to the examination in the mirror of my jawline assessing its relative definition in reflection of the definition of me. What thoughts do I entertain at the arc of my back, at shadow, at curve. I am so exquisitely aware of the negative space adjacent, of… Continue reading
Tag: self
Run On
Really, though What if we’re not all perfect Warts and all Defects and all Deficiencies and all Fat stomachs and malicious intent and carelessness and self-doubt and humanity and all What if the things we want the most are the things we need the least And the things we need the most are the things…… Continue reading Run On
my curves are an ancestral burial ground my soft belly, a soft landing the shallow indents of my collarbones, a steady vantage point I am muscle buried in skin stretch marks, rivulets like a bird’s eye view of the delta at low tide I am a dermatologic wonder – adorned with all manner of speckles…… Continue reading
caroline ridgway 