Another volcano appears on my skin; painful and angry.
God only knows how many have surfaced and eventually healed.
I’d say that my acne appears out of nowhere, but I have a strong suspicion that my unbalanced lifestyle is at the root.
My fingers trace the latest eruption like braille, decoding the message my body is trying to tell me, has been trying to tell me since the first zit appeared on my face 27 years ago.
I hear, see, and feel you, body
You are my friend and not my enemy
You taught me to see symptoms as symbols, like how my shiny face embodies the way I mirror whoever is in front of me.
You quietly protest that I stop convincing myself of the lie that I don’t have time to take care of myself or to nourish myself adequately, that I am unworthy of love.
‘Break free from outdated beliefs that are no longer serving you’ you whisper nearly imperceptibly.
Your sage wisdom is getting harder to ignore.