“I do yearn for change, but I am afraid as well”

I was left alone. I stood in front of the mirror. There was no one else in the mirror. Yet I did not identify with my own image. My aunt had told me that I was shedding skin just like a snake. I searched every day but could not find any skin except my own covered with horrible red acne. I looked at my profile. Right, left, back of my head and neck. Where were these changes, these sheddings leading me to? I was afraid. I did yearn for change, but I was afraid as well.