Undeniably beautiful inside and out, aging with grace.

This is a new piece in a series I am calling "Pearls."

My intention for this new piece probably isn’t what you think. I love how art is subjective and its meaning is in the eye of the beholder.

For me, this piece is about undeniable aging.

I've reached a time in my life where the physical "signs" of aging are no longer deniable, I can no longer defy or cover up my wrinkles that are deepening, my sunspots and crepey skin that are here to stay on all my extremities, or the stubborn thickening of my middle.

I’ve followed the masses by using products to look younger and wearing clothing to hide those seemingly unlovable parts of myself that are morphing into an older woman’s physique, but I don’t want to hide anymore.

What are my choices moving forward with undeniable aging? I can wallow in turtleneck sweaters or rock this healthy 62-year-old body by honoring what I value about myself, despite how the world tells me I need to look to be loved and accepted.

Even though I am aging, and my looks are fading, I stand proud and celebrate my physical and emotional strength, intelligence, wisdom, compassion, sense of humor, creativity, and how well I love and receive love from my beloveds. In this way, I am undeniable.