An Anthem to My Thin Skin.

Via Kathy Monkman Higham
on Nov 7, 2016
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Flickr/Emilio García

I do not want that thick skin you seem to think I need, to live in this world of your slings and arrows.

I like my thin skin just fine.

It’s the skin I was born in—the skin that’s been burned to the bone lifetimes before you came into my life. Skin that has erupted past the layers of scars into a raw newness of power you can’t even imagine.

You think I’m delicate?

I’m the one behind the lines, absorbing all of this life—transmuting it so you can live in this free world, made freer by my sensitivity.

I am not running for president or chief or God of all Gods. I am running for the position of myself, which I intend to inhabit with all of my skins. My full warrior skin, my under-skin, my transfiguring, mutating skins far too complicated for your calloused mind to penetrate, yet.

I will be 57 years old in four days. I am mistaken for 35 because of my unwrinkled, smooth, vibrant and hard life-overcome, thin skin.

Keep your thick-skinned anthems to yourself while I bathe in rosewater and myrrh and feel my pores open wide to receive all of life. All of it, with the exception of your expectations. Your admonitions on me filter through my open epidermis and back out again, because I will not develop one single bruise for you.

My skin offers you no protection so stop trying. Stop the efforts to reclaim yourself through my vulnerability—it’s not what you think it is.

Me and my tender heart, we have things to do. We have a life to live that is informed, and made manifest through the thinness of my skin. Can’t you see my life force radiating through it? It’s right there before your eyes, calling to you.

Take your slings and arrows to the front lines where they belong. Hurl them toward your own kind and let them find their way back to your wounds that need only their piercing.

Take with you the backbone of my transparency, my blue veins visible, my flesh shallow and deep.

For when you return from the real battles, mine are the arms that will hold you, as you feel all of their pulses—yours and mine– so you can find your way home, in sync with me.

 

 

 

Author: Kathy Monkman Higham

Image: Flickr/Emilio Garcia

Editor: Travis May


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About Kathy Monkman Higham

Kathy Monkman Higham is a middle child sandwiched between homicide and schizophrenia who has managed to emerge into an inspired, shining life. She is currently writing a memoir about navigating those treacherous waters. Kathy has been blogging at Two Innocents for over two years on a variety of topics from victim advocacy, murder trials, child abuse overcoming adversity, humor, travel and most recently, love and romance—which she miraculously found at age 55. In 2015, she married the love of her life after two decades of singledom. Her day job is as a Myofascial Release therapist for over 25 years. Kathy’s background is in Psychiatric Nursing.

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