The Makeover

I keep attempting a makeover
but not the external kind with paints and potions.
I secretly feel too far-gone for those,
my hair isn’t interested, 
then there’s all that flab,
and frankly I have no interest in polish or fashion-- 
Unless I could be a cowgirl again.
I like the idea of a fringe jacket and a well-made
cowboy hat that just suits me,
and some dandy boots,
not to mention the dark-eyed horse of my dreams.
A wild gallop sounds tempting even though I never learned to ride…
But back to the makeover!
It would involve the shake-up of new good habits
that stick! And shedding the husks
of normal that have posed as a life.
Snakes shed skins, trees shed leaves,
I welcome that kind of makeover 
that shines out from the core
like a ripening peach in the light 
of a dawning new day, fresh as a new box of 
crayolas on the first day of school.