DOB: Feb 2, 1969
I'm 44 years old.
My body, soul and eyes show my age. I was told today by a dear friend today that I look 10 years younger than I did last time she saw me about a month ago.
My breasts are no longer perky. I have stretch marks. I have scars. I'm more fit and strong than I have ever been in my life. My eyes are clear, bright and present. My soul is nervous about uncertainty and scarred from life's hardships. It's also becoming brave and wise.
I am imperfect.
I am enough.
And here I am with my friends who arrived on my birthday for their honeymoon.
I chose La Azotea for my birthday dinner, a rooftop restaurant with a view of Cozumel. We had appetizers. They were so good, I forgot to take pictures until we ordered a second round of their bacon wrapped chicken with jalepeno, cheese and chipotle sauce.