I looked at this image, and the first thing I thought was ‘look at all those lumps and bumps’ but it wasn’t a negative thought. In fact, the thought tht immediately followed that one was: ‘they are my bumps and lumps, and I love them!’
I look at the line of my body, the lumps and the bumps, and the tattoo, and my mind wanders back to all I have been through (and am still going through) and where I am today. Where I am intensely worried about my son, essentially my life is good. I am happy. I am in a good place. I have family and friends who love me, who appreciate me, who accept me as I am. That folds around me like a warm, comforting blanket, covering my lumps and bumps, but not because I want to hide them. Only because they have to be kept warm too!
Looking at this image, and the line of my body, my thoughts somehow traveled to the difficult time my son is going through now, and how life is a road filled with bumps too. Somehow that line of my body, and the bump on my hip, made me think of the bump he has to overcome now. And I know he will, because he has an inner strength that will pull him through, and I will be there at his side every step of the way, helping him to get through this. I know he can.
Strange how an image like this, can take my thoughts on roads like that…
© Rebel’s Notes