In elementary school I had no clue what was coming my way.
Recess, lunch and gym were all I cared about each day.
As I got a little older, things were starting to change
I wondered to myself was I the only one who felt strange.
I looked in the mirror at my face and started noticing bumps
I feared I had a disease because of the size of the lumps.
Staring back at me was a reflection I didn’t recognize
For the next few years this mirror I did despise.
From my forehead to my chin, I never knew where they’d attack
Sometimes I was really lucky and got them on my back.
I tried every cream, gel and cleanser and it was such a waste
I even resorted to covering my pimples at night with toothpaste.
I looked around school and saw people with flawless skin
I’d secretly wish they were fat even though that was a sin.
My morning face was covered in blood because I’d wake up with spots that were white
I used my hands, pins and tweezers to operate even though it wasn’t sanitary or right.
My dermatologist tried every medicine under the sun
I secretly fell in love with him when he found the right one.
My skin was finally better despite some scars that were left behind
The pimples were so bad that I didn’t even mind.
For some glorious years I looked in the mirror forgetting about those days
I shouldn’t have gotten too excited because I was entering the next phase.
While I was driving on a beautiful day I looked in the rear view mirror and felt like I was going to die
My finally perfect skin had gone awry.
The reflection of the sun showed every bad nook and cranny
Why the hell did I look like my granny?
On Facebook I saw all the creams I could buy and wondered if they worked as everyone tried to assure
After a day in MY house, even WASHING my face was a chore.
I took selfies with my friends until we found the perfect shot
We actually thought the filters made us look so hot.
I’d get together with friends who knew the struggle was real
We’d compare our deep lines and question whose situation was a bigger deal.
Maybe some of you age naturally and you are blessed so much
But you Botox people are the ones I want to punch.
It’s expensive and scary and I don’t want to look like Bruce Jenner from a few years back
I know she is now Kaitlyn, but her face nearly gave me a heart attack.
You get together with your friends who had wrinkles that have magically disappeared and you feel so alone.
You contemplate asking them if they’ll give you a loan.
Really I want to plead with them to stop and see the beauty of the lines
Each one has a story that evokes a specific time.
Our generation is in a competition to stay looking great and it is wrong
What if in 20 years we all end up looking like Goldie Hawn?
So skin I am mad and I feel you deserved a few words
Our society makes aging gracefully for the birds.
If you are missing lines and your forehead is smooth good for you
You probably wear a bikini and look like you’re 22.
For now maybe no rearview mirrors or looking at myself in fluorescent light
I refuse to get involved in the perfection fight.
My mom loves me anyway and says I am as beautiful as the day I was born
Since she is 75, her eyesight is worn.
The wrinkles are going to get worse because of the mean looks I give when the girls don’t listen
I wonder if when they move out Dave and I will even miss them.
So skin I am over you , but need to embrace the imperfections
I am going to head thankfully towards the aging direction.