I like to look at my legs splayed out over my white comforter in the faint light of my closet.
Skin is a miraculous thing.
Skin is not shiny, not completely matte. It glows in soft light, radiating life. It molds to our bodies, our expressions, allowing our emotions to translate into something tangible.
Skin is warm, it allows the life that it holds to radiate from within it, adding that living heat to everything it comes in contact with. It transfers energy with each embrace.
Skin is soft. Whether it is the fragile, fuzzy head of a baby or the soft wrinkles of the ancient, skin feels like nothing else on earth. When our skin greets another’s it is incomparable.
Skin is a barrier. It protects us from the harmful things of the world. It heals itself. It clings to us with determined dedication. It guards every inch of us, resisting the constant abuse of the elements.
Our skin is an incredible thing.
xxx.