Skin

How wondrous a thing it is,

This creation that is the human body.

We fascinate ourselves with what it contains:

The Bones

The Heart

The Brain

An entire central nervous system that can be enhanced or weakened through:

Drugs

Alcohol

Caffeine

Sex

Fast Food

But how often do we notice the skin,

without first commenting on its flaws?

How often is it that we stop to recognize

the subtle beauty of the way a mouth curls into a smile?

How often is it that we stop to recognize

the freckles that leave a trail across the nose and cheeks?

How often is it that we stop

to appreciate the stretch marks?

Those tiger-stripe battle scars left behind from a woman bearing a child, or simply from someone going through a bodily change?

How much beauty can be found in a birth mark?

Can vitiligo be like little continents on the body

That you visit?

Do they create a map on the body of that Boy

Or Girl

Or Non-Binary person

you see in front of you?

How much would you like to explore that skin and how it looks at different angles?

Dressed up

Dressed down

In sunlight

In any moment, but always a work of art?

And how beautiful it is, I might add,

That the cells can regenerate themselves every seven and twenty days,

Leaving one with the simple truth

That every month,

You walk

in a new skin

and you are able to be someone new

Someone changed

Someone that hasn’t been touched before

Someone who still has beautiful skin .

And how beautiful it is,

I wish to further add,

that we all have different skin?

That each of us has an authentic uniqueness,

be it from color, or beauty mark?

And how beautiful is it

when we all love

the Skin we are in?