At twenty,
Rumor was I was pretty
With glittery silver and pink makeup
And the feeling at 106 pounds I was chubby.
Quick judgement at forty
Bloated marshmallow face
And acne scars;
Wrinkles forming more with
Each squint, smile.
Covet winsome lines that make me a beautiful
Soul, etched by thoughts of hope, gentleness, and prayer.