To change something,
To step out of the comfort zone;
as simple as a change in hair style,
hair color,
or to get that piercing,
or even that tattoo.
Albeit, oftentimes impulsively
Because that voice,
That of the well meaning parent, the teacher,
The coach
That voice that controls,
That asks to conform,
That feels comfort in saying NO,
Will pop up in our heads if action isn’t taken immediately
Why the need for a change
of identity?
Enjoying the double take from
strangers perhaps?
To curb a boredom that sets in from routine?
Yes it might only be a little, sometimes even invisible change in physical, outward appearance,
Yet it is a transition
It has the the power to impact internally,
It is an expression of individuality
A kind of “teenage” rebellion perhaps.
It’s about having freedom
Over our own bodies
Sometimes it takes the obedient child
A whole lifetime to move past that little voice.
And then another,
To become less reactive,
To become more authentic
Expressing the self
Peacefully,
At ease with the tattoos and red hair!
Natasha Devalia 