Like Spring

I must have been depressed. Maybe simply exhausted. Probably feeling a bit lost in this new world. Or I might have found so much comfort in the arms of my loving man that I decided to just let go.

The fact is that recently, I had just come to accept the fact that I wasn’t looking great.
Which was not such a terrible feeling, to tell you the truth.

Like a boat that slowly unties and floats in the distance, I was letting my vanity drift away. Feeling that soon the boat will be too lost at sea for me to go get it back, but staying planted there, immobile, watching it fade in the distance with a sense of a soft release.

No more struggle, just surrender.

I don’t know why, but I knew I needed it. I needed the warm embrace that food had always been to me. I needed the soft body, the roomy clothes. I needed to not care. I let go of the treatments that make me look younger than I am. I barely wore any make up. I didn’t color my hair and didn’t even try to hide the small streak of gray that is slowl…