My face is bare, changed only by the sunburn and happy blush of my cheeks.

My hair hangs loose in curls, lightened by summer and the sea, as it did when I was a child.

My fingernails are short and unpainted, my wrists and neck unadorned, dressed with only a smattering of new freckles.

Never have I been more beautiful, bare naked, but for the salt on my skin and the sun in my eyes.