Your Body Tells You the Truth
Even if you try to trick yourself
I’ve never broken a bone.
Dislocated a pinky, yes. Chipped and shattered my teeth? Affirmative — unfortunately.
Do you know what it feels like to break your teeth? I was a kid playing basketball, I was kid tripped up on a fast break, and then I was a kid spitting out pieces of teeth on the sideline.
My teeth are better than brand new now.
But even with my too perfectly straight teeth and unbroken bones, I feel my age reverberating in my skeleton. I stare at the mirror and argue— “You’re still young.”
Then I notice the crow’s feet around my eyes.
A thousand smiles are etched into my skin. A million minutes of furrowing my brow for reasons, this or that. Memories.
My shoulder hurts.
My back is stiff.
My body responds with the truth — “You’re getting old.”
But you know what? I think I’m okay with it.
