Choice

I polish on the lavender scented body wash,
In the steam filled shower,
With the bright pink netted loofah.
The holes snare on a small barbell through my navel,
Capped by bright blue and purple plastic balls.
The indentation that formed my lifeline's attachment,
Now pierced with my teenage rebelliousness.

I brush through my wet hair,
The comb glides smoothly.
My bare face and jewel-adorned lobes,
Reflect back at me in the mirror.
Three holes, right lobe, four holes, left,
Acquired over the years.
I may choose fancy or simple.
Once again, my choice.