I run from the stranger that I am.

A pimple that wasn’t there yesterday, the swollen cheek, the wrinkles I didn’t see before, a scar I don’t remember being there. I refuse to step outside the one image I frame myself into.

Unfortunately yet luckily, the human body continuously changes and ages. For to age is to grow, and our bodies trace down the paths we have walked. For pimples, swollen cheeks, wrinkles, scars, all are records of our bodies’ responses to life. For they hold memories, habits, and expressions. For the imprints of time shaped me so far.

Thus, I stop to face and admire today’s stranger that I am.