Something beautiful happens in the process of being a human. We stretch and we grow. Our small feet grow to the souls in which we walk on. We see our souls transition to adulthood and become suddenly wiser and more keen on the decisions we make.
The stretch marks that surround our bodies are stripes. They are stripes that symbolize the beauty of change. In every sense of the word, it is the skin that moves and changes.
It is the transformation from year to year and moment to moment. It is the single most beautiful way we can remember our past. It is a time capsule we hold close. It is a view into our scars that came and went.
It is I, the stretch mark, that clears the soul.