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written on the body
Dec. 16th, 2012 09:03 pmGot the weirdest wave of nostalgia today for that summer that I spent so much time smudging my charcoal drawings that I rubbed my fingerprints off.
In grad school my hands were all covered in burns from hot glue guns. Now I have paper cuts from assembling drawing sets, RSI from mousing, and a chronically strained thumb from picking up a 26-lb baby a million times a day. Not to mention the belly overhang from having the baby. It's not a huge belly, I just have like a small cantilevered overhang for my junk now. Maybe I'll stick a decorative urn in my navel and call it a pediment.
It's just strange how life writes its history on your body.
In grad school my hands were all covered in burns from hot glue guns. Now I have paper cuts from assembling drawing sets, RSI from mousing, and a chronically strained thumb from picking up a 26-lb baby a million times a day. Not to mention the belly overhang from having the baby. It's not a huge belly, I just have like a small cantilevered overhang for my junk now. Maybe I'll stick a decorative urn in my navel and call it a pediment.
It's just strange how life writes its history on your body.
