Perfect, perfect hair, like stepping out of a shampoo commercial. "Bet ... blow dries in the morning." Bet so.
Is it so wrong to let the scabs begin to heal over? Is it so wrong to stop picking at them, self-inflicting the blood and the pain and the angry pink skin?
Is it so wrong to let the skin start regenerating? To stop feeling guilty all the time? To start feeling again, to get past the pain?
I want to watch my skin grow back. I want to bask in its regenerative glory. I want to feel, and be, and breathe newly -- filled with new nerves and pores, if covered in scar tissue. Maybe the spot will never grow hair again. That's okay, but it's time to start letting it heal.