I take one look in the mirror,
I hate what I see from head to toe.
How I wish I looked fairer,
How I long to fit in with the status quo.
There isn't a single thing I wouldn't change;
Prettier eyes and a nicer smile,
I wish these could be in range
A fit figure wouldn't be vile.
Alas I am stuck in my form.
In lands of dream a new me I perceive,
If change could be my norm.
