In Her Skin

Would I feel different if I were someone else? How does it feel to be in a different body than mine?
Would I see differently, walk differently, or sleep differently? If I bent my right leg to scratch the left, would it be so very different? What about the proportions of length -would I have learned another way of reaching things, would my perception differ?

I wonder if I would smell things differently... Would things feel (physical objects) differently too?

I wonder if I would feel awkward or forlorn in someone else's body... I've learned my whole life -how to stretch, walk, reach, type, jump- in this one...

I thought about all this tonight as I lay in bed pondering how it was that I'm here, in America, with a wonderful upper-middle class family, and how at the same time there are teenage girls in Palestine, Lebanon, Israel, Iran, etc. wondering if they'll live to see another day.