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I wrote this text about wrinkles 2 years ago. At that time, I had no blog to publish it, no one to share it with. I think I wrote it mostly for myself. I kept it without really knowing why. Now I know. Maybe some of you will be able to relate. Maybe it will make you smile.

The other day I was shopping with my mother. She started to speak with a saleswoman (she has an incredible ability to strike up a conversation). She explained to the saleswoman she has three granddaughters. The saleswoman said: “Really? You look so young!”. She couldn’t belive it, so she asked her how old she was. At first hesitant, my mother told her she was 57 years old. “I would have thought you were 10 years younger! And you already have three granddaughters?”. “Yes”, my mother replied, “and this is my oldest daughter”. The rude saleswoman turned to me and asked: “Oh! And how old are you?”. ” I am 33 years old” I said. No comment. But a look that said a lot. Obviously, I looked 33 years old, or even a little older!

When I got home, I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw dark circles under my eyes, wrinkles that are beginning to form around my eyes. I remember a time, not so long ago, when people used to tell me that I looked younger than my age. That was before. Before I started my own business, before I opened my restaurant, and before all the adventures I’ve had since then.

I just stood there, looking at my face. I don’t know how, but after a while, my feelings began to change, I didn’t feel anythig negative anymore. In fact, the more I observed each of my features, each of my emerging wrinkles, the more I realized that I liked them. Yes, I love those little grooves on my skin. Each one reminds me of how far I’ve come in the last 5 years. Every steps, every hill climbed, every battle, won or lost. Everthing that builds me, everthing that makes me what I am today, everything that allows me to move forward on the path of my life. Everthing that ensure that, step after step, I become the person I want to be, a fulfilled and serene woman. It’s already in me. The person I was meant to become.

That’s why I love these wrinkles. They represent the way I have already come and reminds me of the path that is left to travel. They are a reminder and a promise.

To life


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