Wishes

"I wish I was a little bit taller."
That's what they all say,
Hoping for an inch of two,
That'll be obtained one day.

"I wish my hips were smaller."
That's what they truly want,
Just to fit into more clothes,
And constantly strut and flaunt.

"I wish my chest was bigger."
That's what they're truly dreaming,
Just a size or two larger,
That's what will keep them beaming.

"I wish my butt was smaller."
That's what they're talking about,
To look sleek in those special jeans,
And impress peers; that I don't doubt.

"I wish my legs were thinner."
That's what's causing the exercise,
Just to look good in a bathing suit,
Which is not to my surprise.

"I wish my stomach was flatter."
That's what the unlucky girls think,
To make the shirt look just perfect,
And get a comment or a wink.

"I wish my arms were stronger."
That's what everyone seems to need,
Just to even out proportions,
Is what everyone seems to plead.

"I wish I was truly beautiful."
Those words embedded into souls,
Making everybody's dream to 'be perfect',
That's the true, hidden goal.

"Everyone needs a model's body."
That's what everyone is told,
Skinny, blond, rich and famous,
That's the real idea that's sold.

Sadly not everyone fits the mold,
And not everyone actually belongs,
I never thought I'd fall for this,
But after all, I realized I'm wrong.