This NYTimes article came at the perfect time for me. For the very first time last night as I was washing my face before bed and putting on my plethora of skin creams, I saw my skin differently - in a (metaphorical) light I've never seen before. I noticed the lines and grooves forming in my undereye and crows feet area and felt extremely happy, endeared and touched by was developing. I felt like they were telling me a story of my life, my adventures, misadventures and my tendency to squint and to smile a lot. At the risk of sounding completely retarded I finally felt love, respect and appreciation for living life fully, without fear of aging and for my unique epidermal expression of that.

* via Kottke.