27 Days

One day you wake up.

You wake up to realize your body is no longer your own

It is your flesh and your face in the mirror

But it's not your hands on your skin or your smile on your lips

But instead it's the palms of another.

You think back to the days.

The days of pig tails and serenity,

Where the only care in your pretty little head was

Which barbie to play with.

You played with them all so they wouldn't get their feelings hurt and looking back now you know.

You know that this trait carried over from your younger years,

You play with them all now.

1 person

No one should feel left out

2, 3 people

But what if I hurt his feelings

4

Maybe he will feel unloved

5

You don't know what he’s going through

6

Maybe i can help

7

With every graze of your skin,

You feel yourself become less of the person you once were and more of someone you no longer recognize.

This face is not your own

This body is different

Why is it different?

Who changed it?

How did it change?

How did I let it change?

How did I let them change me?

27 days.

It takes 27 days for the human skin to completely rebuild itself

One cell after another, it rebuilds.

Regrowing the pieces of yourself that were once touched by another.

The pieces you did not consider your own,

The damaged

The tarnished

The stained

A fresh start.

A new beginning in a time where remembering that who you are isn't about your body

But instead it’s about that pretty little mind.

That same pretty little mind that sits beautifully in that pretty little head.

Pigtails or not,

27 days and you're completely your own.

27 days.