I wish to be dainty and small, to have small dips above my collar bones and an elegant curve of a neck. I wish to have carefully sculpted legs and a humble waist. I wish to be light as a feather and swift as the breeze.
My teeth would be perfect strands of ivory pearls; my eyes brilliant orbs of light. A petite nose would adorn my face, with a perfectly symmetrical set of eyebrows. A cloud of mystery would surround me; an air of intrigue would settle about me.
Waves and waves of lightly colored, thick hair would cascade down my back and catch the light like raindrops in the sun. Lips would bloom from my skin like deep red rose petals, damp with the morning dew.
Confidence would radiate from the innermost depths of me, in rays, as if burning stars resided there. I would hold the universe within my brain, thoughts would spin and whirl like the Earth upon its axis. Profound, uplifting words of wisdom and praise would escape the abstruse chambers of my heart and bubble from my lips like a freshwater stream.
I would smile and mean it. I would laugh without worry or fear of the future. I would swim in a sea of freedom and float on my back, my face to the heavens, basking in the sunlight, savoring my joy and self acceptance.
I would finally be beautiful.
