She stood in front of the wooden mirror examining her body. Her once smooth skin dripping with melanin was now pale. A fresh cut beneath the eye, dry sore lips and saggy cheeks. When did she let all this happen? The clock ticked. She stared at the stretchmarks on her hips and the birthmark on her thigh as if foreign. She yearned for her old self- a fierce black woman, a force to be reckoned with; not one to allow a man plaster her body with scars. This time, she had found her awakening, to pack her things and leave.