In the lines of dark on white, I see a woman. Her body crisscrossed with inky lines, some dark and thick, some so thin it’s spiderweb on white.
And what you notice, envy, is how she stands, straight, and tall and proud. There is no curving in, no sucking up, no shrinking down, this woman of earth.
She smiles, a deep welcoming smile. “No need to be afraid, I am no secret, no mystery. I am only unknown.”