Cultivate the kind of beauty that can't be wiped off with a Kleenex.
Filed under: “If you have to ask the question,
you wouldn’t understand the answer”.
“Why do you have tape on your toes?” Her nasal, whining voice cut through the blank slate of my mind’s remains.
“I like to decorate them on Fridays. It makes me feel ‘girl-y’.” My response was intended to be the end of the conversation, but no. She had to go there.
“Maybe if you wore makeup, you’d look more like a girl. Sometimes I can’t tell, what with your “haircut” and all.”
The tape on my toes is a temporary replacement for missing skin on the bottom of my feet. Yesterday I biked to the dojang to spar multiple partners, biked home at 9:00 PM and got up again at 4:00 AM for a tactical fitness regimen (aka boot camp). Tonight, after work and after wrangling the kids home from camp, I’ll be running midfield at soccer for two forty-five minute halves. Yeah, I’m missing some skin and my hair looks like I washed it in the bathroom sink at work (I did) in lieu of a shower.
Sometimes, I wear makeup.
Mostly, I train. Work. Run. Climb. Bike. Spar. Lift. Sweat. Hydrate. Rinse. Repeat.
There aren’t enough hours in the day for me to paint on a face that reflects what I’m building from the inside out, from the ground up.
Sea Witch, February 2012
(Photo courtesy of Jeff Fryberger)